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Chapter 71: The Anointed One.
🕑 Added 2025-07-22 06:34:19 +0000 UTCCelestial Ascendancy
Chapter 71: The Anointed One.
Elias Black.
Unknown.
It was a strange feeling inside my head as soon as I “opened” my eyes. I wasn’t… anywhere I knew. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I could call this place anywhere.
I was floating.
Not physically, since there was no sensation of limbs, no breath in my lungs, no weight to my body. Just… thought. My own awareness.
Like my consciousness had been taken and let loose in a void that I wasn’t sure even existed.
At first, I assumed it was a dream. My memories were a bit jumbled due to the shock… But then I remembered.
The spear… the worst pain in my life around my heart. Then the blood came out of my throat.
I let out something like a laugh, completely bitter and unlike anything I did while I was alive.
“…So that’s it,” I muttered to myself. “I actually died.”
I tried to move, to scream, to fight the nothing. But there was nothing to swing at, no magic to call, not even the familiar warmth of the Aetherius. It was as if the gates I had under my control were closed, as if they never existed in the first place.
Just silence.
Tight, suffocating silence. Enough to make me wonder if everything had been a dream in my head… if I never left my world and I was in a coma after the accident, making my family wonder if I ever would wake up.
“No, no, no, no!” My voice cracked as I screamed into the black. “Not yet!”
I lashed out, trying to move violently. Spears of golden light should’ve erupted. The world should’ve shattered beneath my anger and bitterness. It should’ve done something. I tried to open the gates without consideration for myself, to a level I would have never done before.
But nothing answered.
I was dead.
And the truth of that settled into me like a rock.
I floated there, trembling. Or I would have, if I even had a body to tremble with.
“I didn’t even get to see them again…” I whispered, feeling something twist inside me. “ Akeno, Rias… I never told them goodbye.”
My voice grew softer with every word.
“Iris… she’ll blame herself. I don’t even want to imagine Mione or worse… Fleur. I have a lot left to do.”
I couldn’t cry. I knew that because I would have done so given my current state of mind.
“But maybe…” I whispered, “Maybe they’re safe. Maybe I held the line long enough for them to escape. For her to finish Voldemort.”
That brought a strange calm. A flicker of warmth, if only for a moment. If they lived, if my death meant something…
Then maybe it wasn’t all for nothing.
But that didn’t make it fair.
Could I have survived if I’d used more magic? If I’d asked for help? Why… Why did I decide to keep the majority of the Hogwarts refugees safe? Their presence would have helped me stay alive.
If only as canon fodder.
I tried to shake my head firmly. No. That was not me talking… I wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to be like that.
Would Rias… would someone from her family be able to reincarnate me? I wondered that, for a moment, before my own laughter silenced the thought.
Maybe her brother? I wasn’t exactly enthused about being a devil under someone, but I wouldn’t say no to another chance at life… I… I felt like I had much more to do. But there was a problem even then.
I wasn’t exactly “me” anymore. Not entirely human, not fully Wizard. Just… something else. Too many changes. Too many contradictions inside a single being. Even if someone could bring me back, what would I be?
No. I thought I knew how the system worked. And I wasn’t sure I’d even fit in it anymore. I was too alien for it.
So this was the end.
I closed my eyes, or whatever that meant here, and let myself fall.
But I felt alarm bells blaring inside my head.
Something watched me.
Not someone. Something.
Something vast, completely immeasurable, and much to my shock… It was as scary as when I met the giant fuckoff dragon in the dimensional gap, not in power, which only increased my confusion, but in weight.
I felt it was like a weight on my thoughts. No… that wasn't it. I felt as if I had the weight of such a thing on my nonexistent shoulders. Like whatever was watching me was my own burden… my responsibility.
“What are you?” I tried to shout, but I felt whatever thing I had as a body almost crumbled in the pressure.
"U̷̱͉̙̅̐̐͝n̴͈͉͛̚ḱ̷̠͍̲̚n̶̪̈́̔o̷̪͑̄̋̓w̷̘̮̄̏̈́ͅn̸͇̈́͝.̷̠͓͔̿͘̕ ̵̞̏͋͘R̶͕̞͌͑e̵͉̹̒̏q̶̤̩͘͝u̴̙̝̪̓͐̀͘į̵̱̳͊r̵̥̫͐͝e̴̯̻̜͆m̴̨̎̓e̶̖͊̚ǹ̸̻͖̕ẗ̸̜́̅s̶̠̎ͅͅ ̵̛̜̥̐̄m̶̤̕͝ͅę̷̓t̶̡̺̫̎̿̓.̵̠̹̲̔ ̸̠͍͕̅̀͒C̴̥̙͉̽̓̓o̷̱̘͙͂̏͘d̸̻̟͊͐͠é̵̦ ̷̡͉̐u̴̢̘͋͑͠ṅ̷̖̥͂̒l̷̡̥͐̕͝o̶̺̽c̸̼͎̿̐͠k̸̰̈́e̴̗͗̅d̴̤̈́̚.̵̱̺̤͐͋"
I felt a throb in my head even worse than when I pushed the Aetherius. It wasn’t like anything I had heard before, not by a long shot. I would call it alien in essence… Or I would, if I didn’t understand it almost instantly, even through the initial pain that disappeared in a fleeting moment.
I was shown images of a human made of light in the distance.
Not a man. A boy. Something similar to me when I became one with the Aetherius.
His body shone with a strange radiance, unlike mine. There was no skin or even substance, just light. And atop his head… There were ten horns, arcing upward like an unholy crown.
He hovered, arms outstretched as if welcoming something. Perhaps even welcoming me.
And then he changed.
Six wings erupted from his back, all of them of different origins, making a twisted mockery of biology.
They flared once, and the light bled outward.
And in that blinding moment, the silhouette eclipsed him.
The thing that wore that light like a mask.
A beast stepped into the vision. No, it loomed.
Its form cracked the corner of my awareness. My brain tried to give it shape, but the effort made my head throb.
It was too large, too primal, too ancient.
Seven necks bent unnaturally, each crowned with a different animal head.
Its body was as hideous as the rest of it, and the feeling. God, the feeling was something comparable to the dragon I met. It was almost maddening, and I felt something pressing my mind as if trying to affect it just from the memory.
The images had finally passed by, and I could finally breathe, or try to.
“What was that?” I asked the thing looking over me.
“6̶̴̴̳͈̘̘̩̦͙̳̯̿͛̀͆̄͛͠͠6̴̷̦̜̦͎͖̱̘͌͂͐͜6̵̶̴̡̢̨̛̘͈͔͓̥͈̈́̈́̿̚͠”
“What…” I began, before the thing continued over me.
C̷̜̑͛͘e̴͚̐̓͘l̴͍̋̀ė̵̝̖̏̿s̵̳̘̓͑t̷̤̙͗͑̚i̷̟̽̈́͗à̴͍̟͊̈́l̸̫͖̇̀̒ ̷̦̿̀Ä̷̠́̍̚s̶̳̰̍̚̕c̷̯̈́͛̚e̷̛̱̐͠n̴̛̯̜̋d̶̥̈́̔a̴̪̎̈́̚n̴̤͛̾͋c̴̡̒͛y̶̮̎͛̚ ̶̳͛̓͝a̵̟̾̚p̵̺̦̅̏p̸̢̍̀̈́r̷̘̰̃͘ö̸͙̜́̾v̷͖̍̋̚͜e̷̥̓̏̕d̸̘͊͑͗
"A̶̹̮̎͗n̷̯̮̾͗s̴̢̥̿̓̕w̴̮͌͝e̶̩̟̒̈́r̴͉̋̈́ ̴̝̏͝D̴͙͙͘͝e̵͎͒͛ẗ̸͈́é̶̞̕c̴̗͊̕t̶̨̅e̸̼̜̍͑d̵̻̍ ̵͎̈́̕f̷̡͇̈́̎o̵̓͠ͅr̵̛̟͊ ̸̠͒͊I̸͇̮̿̚n̵̟̤̍̄c̵̨̪͛͠a̷̞͛͠r̵̞̐͐n̶̖̔ä̴̢̤́̑t̴͎̓͊e̵̦̬̎̈́ ̶͕̟͊͑ó̴͈̗f̵̥̘͘͝ ̶̛͈͖̑E̸̤͓͛n̶̢͙͘d̷̙̈́.̸̪̙͋̕"
"Ṡ̶̼̻t̵̟̞͒͐a̵̛̯n̶̛̠d̶͎́̎ ̴̝̟̕F̶͇̔o̷̬̍r̸̨̬͘t̸̲̋h̵̼̐.̷̥́̈́"
And then the world shattered.
And I opened my eyes.
Scene break.
I opened my eyes in alarm, gasping now that I could breathe again. I took a moment to reorient myself, still overwhelmed by what had just happened. I was… genuinely confused. I had no idea how to react to the images that thing had shown me.
I looked around, surprised by how vibrant everything appeared. There were faint, shining silhouettes behind every person and creature. Their souls, something inside me whispered.
Their emotions were laid bare for me to see. Nothing could hide from me.
Iris’s wrath. Her elation at seeing me.
Fleur’s happiness, soaked in bone-deep terror of the unknown, as she knelt, before the rest followed her.
Everyone, except Iris, knelt on the floor, their foreheads pressed to the ground.
They didn’t kneel out of fear.
They knelt because they couldn’t stand.
I saw it clearly in their souls. The exact moment they realized they had to wait. Wait for me to act.
I observed them carefully, pride swelling in my chest at times.
The way my girls’ souls shone brightly as they regained control of their bodies. The sheer joy in them as they stood again, waiting in silence for me to speak.
Iris never knelt, and I instinctively understood why.
Her soul was unlike anything I had ever seen. Dark, yet beautiful. Peaceful, yet powerful.
And more than anything else… inevitable. Like death itself.
She was mine, as I was hers. And we would be together for a very long time.
I could see the chains binding us, just as they did with Hermione and Fleur.
Something otherworldly linked all of us, and it just showed me that we were meant to be.
Then there were the Hogwarts fighters and Aurors. Some of them had bright souls, burning with a conviction that honestly surprised me, like Remus, Bones, and Ginny.
Others were dim, fighting not for justice, but because it served them best, not out of righteousness, but of necessity.
I ignored them all, nothing more than a passing glance.
My expression darkened as I turned toward Voldemort’s allies. At the way their tainted souls reeked of rot.
I looked at them, not with hate, not even with anger. No, I just felt pity for them at first. At how far they had fallen for their own vices. How low they’d sunk, just to get what they wanted.
I didn’t see them as humans anymore. They didn’t deserve my pity.
I closed my eyes for a second, and much to my surprise, I could still see everything. Nay, even better than before. Like if I had the wrong prescription glasses and changed them for the first time. Their souls almost solidified to my senses, and I knew that I could manipulate them without much effort or even knowledge.
I felt like I could do almost anything with them.
With my new sight, I could see even beyond the Ministry, all the way to the remnants of the barrier that used to exist over there, and the eyes watching me in shock and awe.
Their wide eyes as they tried to stand, some angrily, some crying, some just in shock. It was all revealed to be now, everything, including the birdlike shape perched suspiciously, almost five kilometers away, looking scarily still and directly at me.
With a flick of my hand, the British Ministry of Magic came to life, and the structure mended itself from the bedrock up, stone reforming with magic. Even the wards and enchantments rebuilt themselves in seconds.
I nodded in satisfaction… then looked down at the wounded.
Another wave of my hand, and a golden aurora burst from my body, rushing across every inch of the Ministry.
It healed injuries. Cured sickness. Cleansed every ailment.
The remaining Werewolves and Vampires were cleansed of their curse within a second, but I also bound them in golden chains. They could die humans, as they were meant to be. That didn’t mean they were forgiven.
Voldemort tried to react, but Iris stepped forward and, without hesitation, impaled his leg with her sword.
“This war is over,” I said softly. “It’s time for judgment.”
I carefully lowered myself to the floor, standing in front of Iris, smiling softly at her.
The multiple wings on my back flapped for a bit before they dematerialized and returned inside.
“I think you’ll go last, love,” I winked before turning my gaze to the shivering figures of the Hexennacht.
“You came here without reason. You helped that monster groveling at Iris’s feet for your own gain,” I said, my tone calm… dispassionately so.
Their fear was evident even after the whimpers and begging. One of them opened her mouth before closing it with a click. Another clenched his fists. None of them spoke.
“Why?” I asked, not expecting anything, but I still offered them a chance. It was the least I could do.
But they stayed silent.
They knew they had lost. But they were petty enough to carry that pride to the grave.
I just nodded.
My hand rose slightly, glowing faintly with divine light, before I slashed through the air.
There was no scream. No fire. No blood.
Just light.
Their souls went first, hundreds if not thousands of spectral chains impaled everything on their sight before they were dragged to the beyond. I didn’t know precisely where… just that it was the right thing to do.
Then their bodies unraveled beneath its weight, dissolving into motes that flickered briefly before vanishing entirely. Gone as if they had never existed.
I turned to Iris, stepping aside.
“Go ahead,” I murmured softly, knowing how much she needed this.
She stepped forward almost furiously before she took a deep breath. She nodded firmly, trying to hide her true feelings, but she couldn’t hide them from me. The kind of fury that burned quietly, but righteously.
She grabbed Voldemort by the head, lifting his broken body into the air like a doll. Her hand closed around his skull, trembling… but not from weakness, just sheer restraint.
I could see her soul, writhing in rage and pain. The ache of a child who had been hunted, manipulated, and nearly destroyed. And the joy of the woman who had risen above it.
Faint outlines appeared behind her beautiful yet daunting soul. Her parents. Their spectral hands on her shoulders.
An almost dull chain was seen faintly between them, her and Voldemort.
I could break it with a breath. I just knew it. It… it was more of a suggestion for me.
But this wasn’t mine to sever.
Iris leaned in close, her breath brushing his ear. “You made me,” she hissed. “Now I’ll unmake you.”
Her wand melted into an inky shadow in her free hand, morphing into a dagger first, then changing into claws, then into black fire. She drove her fingers into his chest, digging through flesh, bone, soul. Not to end him. Not yet.
To erase him.
Voldemort screamed as his body convulsed, but she wasn’t done. Her magic spread through him like poison, unraveling his magic, his name, the very essence of Tom Riddle.
And yet, he laughed.
“You were too late,” he wheezed. “It’s already begun. The world will remember me… it will never forget. My name… will live… forever. As it was meant to…"
Iris didn’t let him finish.
She yanked something out of him, a squirming black wisp that pulsed like a heartbeat and crushed it between her fingers.
Voldemort’s eyes went wide.
And then he simply… collapsed. His body went first, almost melting into itself. Then, his magic, his core, his essence became an almost gem-like size, and it fell into the ground. The only thing left was his soul. A soul that was dragged into a different place, I sent the Hexennatch members... a darker, bleaker place.
Scene break.
There was silence for a heartbeat.
Then the dam broke.
Fleur was the first to move, launching herself at me with enough force to knock me back a step, her arms wrapping tight around my neck. Her tears hit my shoulder before her words did.
“You came back… you really came back…”
Hermione followed right after, her composure cracking as she gripped my arm, then my chest, like she needed to feel I was real. Iris didn’t cry, but the way she brushed her hand along my jaw told me everything.
“You worried us, Eli…” Hermione said softly, her tears dampening my chest as she tethered to me, “I felt like I lost one of the most important pieces in my life.”
I hugged her silently, my palm resting on her forehead as I allowed my magic to flow free, conveying my feelings better than my words could. Then I smiled as the rest of the survivors reached us, making a circle around us.
They stayed.
That was enough.
“I’m okay,” I said softly, my voice nearly lost in their laughter, their sobs, their whispers of thank you and you’re here.
Then the sky shuddered, not from magic.
From something else.
The very enchantments I had fixed, the Ministry building, and the half-made ward created by the magicians outside broke at once for the second time of the day. I lifted my hand, already seeing the trajectory of the spear-shaped thing flowing at alarming speeds, and knew it wouldn’t harm us, but even then, I tried to stop it.
I clapped once, and an absurd amount of magic formed on the ceiling of the Ministry, Rho Aias appearing; instead of the normal pinkish hue, it was gold, the same colour of the Aetherius. The seven petals expanded to encompass the entire building, all of them glowing with an otherworldly light.
Much to my absolute shock, even with the Aetherius gates opened to a higher level than anytime in the past and magical power flowing endlessly and continuously, the first five petals were pierced without a second of delay. The spear was more visible now, the runes flicking with power and humming as the wind broke. I could see it clearly now.
This wasn’t a normal weapon by any chance. Even my durindana lacked in the threat department when I observed closely… the difference was almost hilarious.
But I also noticed other things. The spear was guided; it followed a chain not dissimilar to the one that connected Iris and Voldemort in form, but it was in intensity. I roared as I opened the gates even more, feeling so much magic at my disposal that I felt almost delirious, but it was for naught.
The spear pierced the sixth layer without much problem, and only my final petal slowed it down just a tad. Everyone dropped to the ground as the spear went through one of the most potent shielding spells in existence, burrowing into the ground and missing everyone near me.
A couple of seconds after the earthquake created by the mere impact of the spear, I realized that I may have made a mistake.
A slow, ancient pulse echoed from the depths below the Ministry. Cold and wrong, and ancient. So ancient that I could almost recognize the sheer weight of the feeling, being even older than the thing that spoke to me while I was dead.
I pulled my hand away gently, every head turning into the hole.
We all felt it.
Something had changed.
Something had awakened.
Odin’s Pov
The music was good, and it perfectly accompanied the swaying hips of the redhead on stage. Mortals had come a long way with these dens of fun; what they lacked in magic, they more than made up for in creativity.
I took a long sip of mead, or the closest thing these mortals could approximate to it, and leaned back into the plush seat, my eye fixated on the dancer’s body, the other technically not present. It still felt phantom itches from time to time. The price of wisdom, as they say.
Funny mortals.
“Another round, Lord Odin?” Rossweisse asked, arms crossed, glaring at me as if she were personally offended that I was enjoying myself. Which, truthfully, she probably was.
She needed to learn how to have fun; that’s why she was still single, despite being a 9.7 out of 10.
“Please. And one for yourself. Loosen up, brat, the world’s not ending tonight.”
She didn’t answer. She never did when I was enjoying myself too much. Instead, she simply turned to the bar and sighed heavily. Probably muttering about irresponsible gods under her breath again.
I quickly hid my smirk at her. Her grandmother was a good woman, someone I could call dear to me. It mostly began as a favor, but I had grown to like the brat, even if I did think she needed to chill out, as mortals say these days.
I was mid-wink, nothing too indecent, just a little charm for the brunette now glancing my way… when I felt it.
Like a tremor beneath the skin of the world, like an injury, a long time healed opening again.
My hand froze mid-air. The laughter caught in my throat. For the first time in what felt like a century, my mortal guise flickered. Not enough for anyone around to notice… but I knew what I felt.
Magic. But not any magic. This… was raw design. The kind of thing not meant to exist in the modern world. It was something that we collectively decided to keep hidden - that it was better if it were forgotten.
I set my mug down, my one eye closing as I focused inwards.
Múginn.
The raven’s vision overtook mine instantly. I let it guide me, let its connection twist through the gaps of reality. It was already watching. It always was. Especially since it was the main reason I was in this place at this time.
And what I saw nearly made me drop my damn mug.
A boy floated above the wreckage of the British Ministry of Magic.
No… not a boy anymore.
A being.
His arms were outstretched as he floated in the air.
His eyes burned. All three of them.
His long, unnaturally flowing hair caught in a wind that didn’t exist. Multiple strange wings flickered in and out of view behind his back, as if reality couldn’t decide how many to allow him to keep. Nothing like Yahweh's creations.
I could see the mortals beneath him, prostrating on the ground. They weren’t kneeling in reverence. They were kneeling because they couldn’t stand.
The pressure of that much divine presence in a closed space should’ve shattered every barrier the British wizards had.
If they still existed. Something had hidden that part of the world from my eye… and that was not something easily done. It was almost impossible to fool my sight, and it was clear that the Hexennatch had some outside help; none of those brats should be capable of doing this kind of subterfuge against someone of my caliber.
I knew that I had let go after the death of my Frigga, but this was absurd. No… a god must have helped them.
But I shook my head rapidly and focused on the being in the sky. A contradiction given form, and almost gasped seeing what was happening.
The code. The divine scaffolding that held Heaven’s system together… bent. It recognized him.
“What in the nine hells…” I whispered aloud.
Rossweisse turned. “What?”
I didn't answer.
I knew who it was. Elias Black. That half-fae boy who fought the Incinerate Anthem user a couple of months ago… the reason for my stay in these parts of the world. The one I’d only half-believed would ever live long enough to matter.
But this wasn’t supposed to be now.
Not today. Not this soon.
He had skipped every step.
He hadn’t just ascended. He had been propelled by the broken system Yahweh left behind, the golden cunt. I didn’t even know why he had left such a thing in the hands of someone incapable of controlling it. Michael the brat tried, I had to give him that, but Heaven's system was not made for him, or his brother. No… it was meant for a divine, and only the golden-eyed bastard was capable of controlling it until now.
He was supposed to be an anomaly. A mistake of bloodlines and meddling. But this… this wasn’t a mistake. This was divinity by acceptance.
Even Heaven itself recognized him.
And worse yet… I could feel his Fae magic interlaced with it all. The old blood.
That should’ve been impossible.
A messiah chosen by Heaven with the blood of the exiled woven into his soul?
He should’ve burned.
He should’ve been rejected, or worse, erased.
But no. The system had accepted the contradiction. And I could only think of one reason, the very limited consciousness of that miracle, made form to decide this.
And that meant the rules were changing. And that this world would enter an interesting age. And the voice of that other ridiculous half breed tickled my brain.
Flashback start.
“Are you sure about this, Brat?” I looked at the half-Fae standing next to the Veil, the one who made this possible. The one all mythologies had to thank.
Merlin crossed his arms as he looked at me deeply. We were the only ones here; everyone else had left, deciding that it had been enough.
Lugh, Hades, Quetzalcoatl, Inari, and Ganesha already departed, leaving only the brat and me.
“No, I'm not,” Merlin admitted almost shamefully, “It’s not like I wish to do this, All-Father.”
“But you are doing it,” I sighed. “Thank you, brat. This could only happen after you tricked their king… even if the price he asked was too much in my opinion.”
“My exile as well,” Merlin laughed bitterly, “The only good thing was that I managed to guide Arthur well enough.”
“And he is being watched by Goldilocks,” I snorted, “I’ll also keep an eye there… It's the least I could do after your sacrifice.”
“Thank you, Lord Odin,” Merlin smiled softly and turned around to look at the Veil. The only connection between the Fae lands and our world, “I shouldn’t dally. I believe this is the last time we’ll see each other.”
“Take care, brat,” I nodded, “Be sure to start a family there… your mind should not be lost.”
Merlin grinned and nodded, walking towards the Veil almost hesitantly.
I looked curiously, before frowning as he stopped cold in his tracks.
“Merlin, you good?” I asked.
A strange aura enveloped the half-Fae before he began reciting.
"The world shall tremble when the changeling stirs,
Born of broken pact and blood not pure.
Not of man, nor god, nor devil's line..
A child of lies, between roots and spine.
He shall bring the storm or end the tide,
Open the gate, or break the lie.
And all who dwell beneath the sky,
Shall choose to kneel… or learn to die.
Where starlight bends and names burn thin,
He shall pass the gate none enter in.
One hand shall hold the breath of flame,
The other… bears the weight of name.
The Fae shall weep, the Dead shall sing,
As dusk devours the lion's king.
When sun is born beneath the night,
And silent halls awaken light…
Then comes the time the Veil must fall,
Or be reforged through pain and call.
The chained shall stir, the stars shall cry…
And the last true gate shall blink… and die."
Flashback end.
I stood slowly, my breath shallow. “No, no, no…”
Rossweisse blinked almost owlishly, “Lord Odin!?”
I looked down at the Wizard’s building.
The Veil. The pathway to the otherworld… and someone meddling with it. Doing things that they didn’t understand.
It was already too late.
There, barely visible to most, stood a woman cloaked in flame and radiating madness. I recognized her from the reports from my Valkyries.
She was chanting something.
“ROSSWEISSE,” I bellowed, already unraveling my mortal illusion.
People screamed as the air shifted. As my mortal guise unraveled.
“What… what is it?!” she asked, summoning her armor with practiced ease.
“Get out of here,” I growled. “Shield the mortals. This place is about to burn.”
My wooden cane twisted in my hand, the wood flaking away like ash to reveal cold, gleaming metal. It pulsed once with ancient runes as Gungnir revealed itself in full.
I took aim at the insane woman and frowned as I looked at the cracking shell of the Veil behind her. She was seconds away. Maybe less.
I hurled it.
The world screamed as the spear left my hand, breaking the sound barrier ten times over. Thunder cracked as it vanished into the air, tunneling through wormholes to reach faster. Not that it would miss. I had already declared her death. Fate would accommodate, as it always did.
Múginn kept watching.
And then something changed.
A sudden bloom of golden magic erupted in the sky, not a shield spell in the ordinary sense of the world.
I blinked, leaning forward as the image came into focus. My eye narrowed as the shield expanded into seven massive golden petals.
“You absolute fool…” I muttered under my breath.
Why was he shielding the Ministry? The spear wasn’t for him. I tried to teleport. To kill the damn woman myself as soon as I could.
And that’s when I felt it.
Space around him had warped.
“What the hel’s pale ass…” I growled.
I looked closer.
And then I saw it.
A fracture. A crack in the space around the boy. A shining line of distortion bleeding through the fabric of reality like a hairline fracture in the laws of the world.
And past it… I saw something infinite. Not even Ophis could claim to be endless in this manner.
Not just as a concept. But as a magical reservoir.
But Gungnir didn’t stop. Of course it didn’t.
The sixth petal fell like the rest.
Only the seventh slowed it. Barely.
The impact shook the land as the spear disintegrated the left arm of the Purple Witch, missing her heart.
But the damage had already been done.
And the Veil cracked.
Comments
Bishop7053
Odin being a G and trying to stop a bitch from fucking things to hell and back and only a misconception led our boy to interfere just enough
LothWolf
Thanks for the chapter 👍😁❤️
