Beneath the cloak, the crimson eyes belonging to Voldemort flared with hatred and killing intent after realizing his secret had been exposed.
"You insolent—"
Quirrell's hoarse voice rasped out, like two sheets of sandpaper grinding together.
He raised his wand high. At its tip, a thick mass of ominous black mist began rapidly condensing.
Yet Lucian didn't even look at him.
He merely lifted a hand and waved it casually in that direction.
No incantation.
No flash of light.
Not even the faintest ripple of magical energy.
And yet an invisible, irresistible force—vast as the will of a god—crossed the space between them in an instant and struck Quirrell.
"Urgh—!"
The curse Quirrell had been about to unleash was cut off abruptly.
With a painful grunt, his body flew backward as if slammed by an invisible beast.
Bang!
He crashed violently into a thick ancient tree and then tumbled to the ground, unable to rise again.
Lucian didn't pursue him.
To him, that lingering remnant soul—clinging to life like a parasite—wasn't even worth a second glance.
Something else had already drawn his attention.
He stepped slowly toward the beautiful creature lying in a pool of blood.
Through Life Perception, he could clearly see the unicorn's pure, sacred life force—like a silver flame.
It was rapidly leaking away through the wound corrupted by dark magic, where blackened blood still seeped out.
It was the sound of life itself crying out.
A quiet resonance stirred deep within Lucian's heart—a primal response to pure life energy.
His heaven-defying comprehension activated once more.
Research Topic: How to collect dissipating life energy, purify it, and return it to the living body to repair damage caused by dark magical laws.
Solution: Construct a benevolent life-energy circulation model using one's own magic as a medium—capable of resonating with pure life energy.
Spell Constructed.
Name: Hymn of Life.
Lucian knelt slowly beside the dying unicorn.
He raised his right hand, letting his warm palm hover gently less than an inch above the horrific wound.
Then he closed his eyes.
In a low voice, he began chanting—soft syllables filled with an ancient and sacred rhythm, belonging to no known language.
"Hymn of Life."
In that instant—
Holy light descended.
A stream of sacred, warm, milky-white radiance burst from his palm like a flowing spring.
The light was not blinding like a spell.
Instead, it was impossibly gentle, filled with the purest essence of life.
The white radiance flowed like living water, wrapping the dying unicorn in a warm cocoon of holy light.
A miracle unfolded.
Under the glow of that sacred light, the terrible wound—still leaking dark energy—began reversing before the naked eye.
The cursed black magic clinging to the injury melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun.
It was purified.
Erased completely.
Then the torn flesh regenerated.
The wound closed.
White fur began growing again at visible speed.
In mere seconds—
The fatal injury disappeared entirely.
Not even a scar remained.
The cocoon of light slowly faded.
The unicorn's once-dull silver coat now shone brilliantly again beneath the moonlight, radiating a sacred glow.
Slowly, it opened its eyes—clear and pure like black gemstones.
Gone was the agony of death.
In its place shone the joy of new life.
It shook its head gently and rose gracefully to its feet, vitality returning to its body.
For a moment, it gazed quietly at Lucian.
Its eyes overflowed with gratitude.
Then the noble creature lowered its head and gently brushed its cool, smooth cheek against Lucian's hovering hand.
An affectionate gesture.
As the reborn unicorn nuzzled Lucian's palm, enjoying the lingering warmth of life energy—
A new sound echoed from the darkness surrounding the clearing.
Soft but steady.
The sound of hooves stepping across fallen leaves.
One by one, tall and powerful figures emerged silently from the shadows.
The centaur tribe.
Their upper bodies were those of muscular humans.
Their lower bodies were the strong forms of horses.
Each held a massive bow, their sharp eyes glowing with intelligence and caution as they stared at the astonishing scene in the clearing.
At their front stood their leader—
Firenze.
His long silver hair flowed down his shoulders, and his deep blue eyes resembled a star-filled night sky.
They had come here following the foul scent of evil—the desecration of life.
They had intended to judge the one who dared hunt a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.
But what they saw instead…
It was a scene so sacred it shook their entire worldview.
A unicorn—
Showing affection to a human?
That… should have been impossible.
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