Hoo--
In the world of desolation and silence, two figures, one red and one grey, speedily glide across the high dome above, resembling two meteors, 'falling' from the earth towards the sky curtain.
"Mr. Gryffindor!"
Amortadost loudly called out louder than the roaring wind in his ears. But the red-haired man seemed to feel nothing, with only the island floating in the sky in his eyes.
Amortast shut his mouth, the cool and forceful breeze allowing him to briefly detach himself from the absurdity of Godric Gryffindor suddenly appearing before him alive, and his brain finally began to function again.
Gryffindor wasn't deaf and blind, and he was standing right next to him. He had shouted at him several times, and yet he had not even looked at him once. Even if he was weak in Gryffindor's eyes as a tiny ant, it wasn't right for him to be ignored like that.
What kind of state was Gryffindor in? Was he truly existing?
Amortast soon lost the energy to ponder this question, for as they flew past a certain boundary, his expression changed abruptly, and he nearly transformed from his ethereal form back into his human shape.
The magic of death and decay was so dense that it thickened the space, making Amortast feel like a stunt diver who had plunged into the water from high altitude. That nauseating but irresistible magic did not let him faint away.
At this moment, riding atop the guardian lion, a relaxed and carefree Mr. Gryffindor's expression also grew serious. He raised his silver sword again, slicing through the void ahead with one blow after another.
No flash of beautiful spell light appeared, but as he chopped, the space darkened to an extreme degree became much clearer. It was like the haziness on the surface of a pond was sliced open, revealing a clearer, more transparent lake. Behind him, already suffocating heavily, Amortast forcefully spat out a breath. He dare not be careless, and followed closely behind Mr. Gryffindor's clean lake surface as he zoomed by.
This is quite odd, isn't it?
Amortast didn't have an in-depth understanding of the Druidic order, but he at least knew that the order revered nature. From Vitia, he could feel a sense of natural freshness and vital magic.
However, as a sacred place of the Druidic order, why would the mythological Avalon Island, which appears in legends, be shrouded in such a strong and unpleasant death and decay?
What secret is hidden in the Merlin ruins that Vitia mentioned? Could it be that Merlin 'reanimated' into a zombie or something similar?
As the two of them rapidly swept through the high dome, the black dots in their view were expanding quickly. Ten minutes later, Amortast could clearly see the outline of the Avalon Island, and finally understood why it was also known as the 'Apple Island'. From below, the massive island's outline indeed had a unique shape reminiscent of an apple.
Such a massive island was suspended in the sky above with the support of an incredible force.
This scene, Amortast could confidently affirm, would be forever etched in his memory.
Momentarily, he remembered the scene years ago when Professor Snape came to the orphanage where he lived and showed him magic. It was just a simple transformation spell, which overturned Amortast's understanding of the world and shattered his worldview.
Now, Amortast was once again facing that state of mind.
"Incredible, how could this be done--"
Amortast watched the island above through the lens of magic, feeling a misconception that one foot of his was still in the magical world, while the other had stepped into the ethereal and elusive realm of mythology!
Of course, if he had merely been a bystander to admire the awe-inspiring magic, it would undoubtedly have impressed and delighted Amortast. However, the thought of being somehow entangled in such a magnificent relic filled his heart with heaviness.
He seemed to feel, without form, a terrifying hand dragging him into the mire, ready to engulf him... No, more accurately, he had already been in the mire; it was just that now, the monster lurking in the mud was finally extending its menacing huge claws towards him!
Huārā--
A sudden and intense dizziness descended unexpectedly, Amortast's world violently trembled, and the powerful magic field around him was also undergoing some intense changes. In an instant, he was forced out of his ethereal form by this volatile change in magic environment and manifested into his original form.
The world turned sharply!
The massive island, which had been in the upper-right, suddenly moved to his feet, while the boundless lake surface that he stepped on when entering this magical ruins suddenly appeared above his head, transforming into another pure and crystal clear sky.
Gryffindor seemed to have expected such a change, he simply shrugged his lips and said it was interesting after, left hand tightly grabbed the red mane of the lion, and started to rush down the island.
However, Amortast encountered quite a bit of trouble. The chaotic magic field, with the surrounding evil magic several times stronger than before, exerted a considerable suppression on him. He fell freely in mid-air like a body in freefall, casting several spells in quick succession to stop his fall. But they all ended in failure with sparks crackling from the tip of his staff!
It's absurd, am I going to die here?
Amortast gritted his teeth, gazing at the earth below with a resentful gaze at the numerous rising grey smoke columns. He endured his fear and suddenly moved his wand again.
Amortast's feet sank into the dead air, and suddenly a fierce wind blew up from below. The wind blowing in front of him kept weakening his descent, and finally, when he was ten feet away from the ground, he regained control of his body and landed with a squelch into the mud.
It wasn't until several seconds later that the dazed Amortast rose from the mud, but he froze in place as soon as he glanced at the scene in front of him, preparing to cast a spell to clear away the mud.
Amortast had never seen the end of days, but he believed that if the day of the apocalypse ever came, the world's fate would be no different from what was in front of him.
What was once a lush forest, now a graveyard of life.
The towering trees that were once here have all snapped and lay in the water. What remains are scattered, charred logs, leaning haphazardly in the vast swamplands. In front of him, gray smoke rose from the bones of all manner of magical beasts that had fallen. In his ears, he heard the faint wails of female ghosts.
Everything he saw was obscure and mysterious, as if during the alternation of day and night in overcast weather, an ominous and deathly magic was pressing down on his emotions, causing despair to surge uncontrollably within him.
However, in this extremely terrifying scene, a strange enlightenment suddenly arose in Amortast's mind. He had a vague feeling that the culprit behind this terrible sight might very well be the legendary magical item that Vitia Clyonna was trying to extract from Avalon Island.
"...With its power, perhaps we can have a place of peace to exist."
Suddenly, Amortast's mind rang with what Vitia had said to him earlier, which he had initially disregarded. But now, he dared not underestimate her at all.
"Several generations of druidic priests have repeatedly entered this world to take it out, but all have failed. The divination results are that only I can take out that item..."
Amortast pursed his lips, his eyes lowered, and he whispered softly, feeling an unexplained unease in his heart. Because what was happening to him now might have touched upon the least known mysteries of the magical Harry Potter world.
Gryffindor stood on the embankment behind Amortast, looking at the vast area in the distance, which was shrouded in mist. The carefree and easy-going expression on the broad face, carved by death as it sang and danced, had disappeared. Instead, there was a solemnity in his eyes, and anger was flashing in them.
But he was so powerful that it seemed he could do nothing about this world of despair, and could only sigh helplessly.
Amortast turned around, gazing at Gryffindor with an unknown expression, who had brought him an unprecedented shock yet paid no attention to him. After a moment's pause, he suddenly raised his wand and fiercely chopped down at Godric Gryffindor!
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