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Cyrus walked up to Voldemort.
At this moment, Voldemort lay peacefully on the ground, as if he were merely asleep. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that he was no longer breathing. His body had grown cold—he was nothing more than a corpse.
Cyrus, on the other hand, was unharmed, though the special wand in his hand was now covered in cracks. The blue crystal embedded in it looked like shattered tempered glass, broken beyond repair.
His newly acquired Elder Wand was also riddled with fractures, as if casting even a simple spell, no matter how small, would cause it to completely disintegrate into dust.
A few minutes earlier...
Cyrus had shattered the seal deep beneath Hogwarts, awakening the long-dormant magical embryo, which had already taken the form of a dragon.
This magic had developed a consciousness of its own. Upon being disturbed, it immediately spread its black wings, as dark as death, and spewed pitch-black flames into the sky!
Voldemort's mind still echoed with Cyrus's earlier question.
'Hogwarts' motto?'
He had long forgotten such trivial things. But now, as he stared at the awakened dragon, Voldemort finally understood what those words truly meant.
It was too late; the magic dragon had already awakened, and its immense power cascaded down like a massive waterfall, overwhelming Cyrus.
The handsome wizard stood amidst the torrent, arms outstretched, as if embracing a baptism of black blood.
Under the impact of this dark magic, the silver crown on his head and the golden cup before him became even more worn and weathered. In an instant, it seemed as though they had aged thousands of years, corroded by the decaying force that rendered them rusty and unrecognizable.
The once majestic crown turned a rust-red color, its intricate carvings completely eroded, as if it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch. The golden cup fared no better—it was riddled with holes, looking worse than a stray dog's feeding dish.
Yet, from within these two items, which wouldn't even be accepted as scrap metal, two piercing screams echoed out.
As the Horcruxes neared their collapse under the strain of the magic, Voldemort's two soul fragments also reached their limit. They broke free from the Horcruxes' restraints, transforming into two black snakes with distorted, half-human faces, slithering away.
However, Cyrus merely flipped his hand, trapping the two fragments in his grasp.
Without hesitation, he consumed the fragments, allowing the vast darkness to fully surge into his body, coursing rapidly through his veins.
In the wide cavern, the enormous dragon's shadow shrank, becoming one with Cyrus, much like a tailed beast sealed within a jinchūriki.
The shattered crown and cup, now completely devoid of life, fell to the ground like the decaying remains of bones, paving the path for Cyrus to ascend as king.
"Hmm..."
Cyrus opened his eyes.
Unlike Voldemort or Ranrok, who had absorbed parts of dark power and had eyes glowing with sinister blood-red light, Cyrus's eyes were a noble and powerful shade of crimson-gold. His sclera remained white, and his expression was calm, without a trace of madness.
"You dare use my soul to bear that darkness!" Voldemort, naturally aware of what Cyrus had done, grew even more furious.
The souls contained within his Horcruxes were crucial to him, and now, Cyrus had effectively destroyed two of them. Worse, he had used the fragments of Voldemort's soul as vessels to absorb the side effects of the dark magic, an unforgivable offense!
Cyrus, however, was unconcerned with Voldemort's thoughts. He was focused on the power coursing through his body, as though an ocean was surging within him.
Of course, the sensation wasn't quite that exaggerated.
While the magic Morgana left behind was immense, it was only vast compared to ordinary wizards. Wizards like Voldemort or Dumbledore, who already possessed enormous magical reserves, could themselves become monstrous if their magic went out of control.
In the end, without Cyrus, even with its own consciousness, that mass of magic wouldn't have stood a chance against Voldemort. Just like how the Obscurial Credence, even with great power, was still only a marginally stronger wizard in Dumbledore's hands.
But now, after absorbing this power, Cyrus had stacked two sources of magic. While there had been some inevitable loss during the process, it was enough to allow him to bridge the gap of decades and stand on equal footing with Voldemort at this moment!
No!
Now, he was stronger than Voldemort!
Perhaps only Dumbledore wielding the Elder Wand could rival the current power of Cyrus.
"Heh~" Cyrus chuckled softly and raised his wand toward Voldemort.
"Now, tell me who's stronger?"
He sneered disdainfully, not waiting for Voldemort to respond before launching his attack!
With just a casual strike, the effect was vastly different from before.
Swoosh_!
The strength of the spell had increased several times over, and when it was cast, it hit with the force of a heavy artillery blast, raising a cloud of dust from the ground beneath him.
And that was just the shockwave from the spell's release, not to mention the power of the spell itself.
It was like a trembling sun!
The spell shot out at high speed, stretched into an elliptical shape by the sheer force of its momentum.
BOOM!!!
Voldemort forcefully swung his arm, detonating the spell in midair. The explosion's shockwave reverberated throughout the cavern, causing the ground to shake violently. Even the stalactites overhead shattered and fell like a deadly rain of swords!
Rocks were torn apart!
Yet, the assault continued.
Cyrus' spells were relentless, much like Voldemort's had been earlier. Now, with the roles reversed, Voldemort found himself completely on the defensive.
But Voldemort was still Voldemort.
He opened his snake-like mouth and spewed out blood-red Fiendfyre. The flames transformed into savage beasts, charging forward viciously!
Cyrus raised his arm high, his wand tracing a perfect arc through the air. At his feet, a different kind of fire ignited, one of black and red flames.
"Infernal Hellfire!"
It was as if the flames were drawn from the depths of hell itself, boiling like molten lava!
This was a spell Cyrus had invented, now being cast for the first time. The Hellfire, flames of the flames, instantly consumed Voldemort's Fiendfyre as if it were fuel!
At the same time, shadows of demons began to materialize within the fire.
They formed skeletal frames and began crawling through the flames, like ghosts returning from hell to claim Voldemort's life, stumbling toward him step by step.
The fire spread in all directions, and these creatures were continually birthed from the inferno.
For a brief moment, Voldemort froze as he looked at the faces of these monsters.
Some of them were faces he knew all too well, ones he could never forget. Like James Potter and Lily Potter, whom he had killed twelve years ago...
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