The battlefield had already turned surreal.
Some Death Eaters were bound by their own shadows.
Others were hoisted into the air by wild, twisting vines.
Some spun endlessly in place, trapped in eternal dizziness.
Effortless.
Fluid.
A perfect blend of violence and elegance.
The Order of the Phoenix… stood frozen.
They had prepared for a brutal battle.
For sacrifice.
For death.
But this?
Mad-Eye Moody's good eye bulged wide.
"Merlin's beard… am I dreaming?"
Sirius, leaning against Lupin, stared in disbelief.
"This world… must've gone mad…"
The Last One Standing
Only one remained.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
She looked around—
at her fallen allies,
then at Lucian Thornwick,
walking toward her—
untouched.
For the first time—
fear.
But fear twisted into madness.
"AAAAAA—!!!"
She screamed, pouring everything into her wand.
Hatred.
Terror.
Insanity.
"I'll make you scream! I'll tear your soul apart!"
"Crucio!!!"
A massive crimson curse exploded forward—
filled with writhing agony.
Even the air screamed.
Her strongest attack.
Meaningless
Lucian didn't stop.
Didn't dodge.
Didn't even react.
He walked forward—
into it.
And—
the curse vanished.
Not deflected.
Not blocked.
Erased.
Like it fell into an endless void.
Bellatrix froze.
"…gone?"
A Glance
Lucian reached her.
Lifted his eyes.
Looked at her—
just once.
No spell.
No motion.
Just—
a glance.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH—!!!"
Her scream shattered the silence.
No wounds.
No marks.
But her face—
twisted into absolute horror.
Because inside—
her soul was being crushed.
In her perception—
a divine hand seized her essence,
dragged it across a grinding abyss,
tearing apart thought, memory, identity—
piece by piece.
Not pain in the body.
Pain of existence itself.
She collapsed.
Convulsing.
Begging.
Breaking.
Then—
silence.
Bellatrix Lestrange lay unconscious.
Destroyed.
Judgment
Lucian looked down at her briefly.
"…Crude tricks that toy with nerves…"
"…you call that pain?"
Then he turned—
to the last one.
Voldemort.
"Now…"
"…your turn."
Final Stand
Silence consumed the hall.
Voldemort stared—
rage, fear, madness colliding.
No escape.
No hope.
But still—
He chose defiance.
Magic erupted around him like a storm.
And then—
a voice.
"Tom."
Dumbledore stepped forward.
Old.
Calm.
Resolute.
"Lucian… allow me."
A pause.
Lucian glanced at him—
then stepped back.
"Go ahead."
Clash of Legends
"Your reign ends tonight!" Dumbledore declared.
"Then die with it!" Voldemort roared.
Magic collided.
Fire serpents.
Water torrents.
Shattering force.
The hall trembled.
Walls cracked.
Power surged.
A battle for the ages.
Equal.
Brilliant.
Terrifying.
…And Yet
From the sidelines—
Lucian watched.
"…too slow."
"…too loud."
A small sigh.
"I'll end this."
Absolute Power
He stepped forward.
Everything—
stopped.
Fire dissolved.
Water faded.
Magic itself… obeyed.
Dumbledore and Voldemort were pushed aside.
Lucian stood between them.
Raised his hand.
New Creation
Concept: Ultimate elemental fusion
Water.
Fire.
Wind.
Earth.
Four glowing spheres formed—
orbiting his palm.
Opposites.
Impossible to combine.
Yet—
He forced them together.
Space trembled.
Reality strained.
Then—
silence.
A gray stream remained.
Chaotic.
Primordial.
[Elemental Torrent]
The End
Voldemort screamed.
"No—!!"
He raised ten layers of dark shields.
Useless.
Lucian waved his hand.
The torrent surged forward.
Everything—
shattered.
Shields collapsed instantly.
And then—
impact.
No scream.
Because there was nothing left to scream.
Body—
gone.
Form—
gone.
Only a broken, fading fragment remained.
The Dark Lord—
reduced to ruin.
Silence
No one spoke.
No one moved.
They stared—
at the one who ended it all—
in a single strike.
Not a hero.
Not a wizard.
Something beyond.
A being who rewrote the rules.
Lucian Thornwick.
And with that—
A new era began.
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