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Chapter 519: Inferno God 2
Dreian didn’t hear the spell Wade had cast—only that, in an instant, his body felt as though it had been struck by an invisible current. Every nerve flared in unison, sending a shiver up his spine. An odd sensation crept along his back like something alive. Time itself seemed to thicken, turning into viscous honey, flowing at a painfully slow speed. His pupils dilated instantly, and for a fleeting moment, he saw each grain of dust suspended in the light, drifting and spinning like tiny stars.
He watched as the tip of Wade’s wand suddenly flared with a red light. The crimson glow intensified rapidly—within less than five inches, it had transformed into a blazing yellow. An instant later, it shifted into a blinding blue-white. Then, in the blink of an eye, the blue faded—almost vanishing.
The entire transformation was lightning-fast, yet in Dreian’s perception, it unfolded with eerie clarity, as if time itself had stretched and elongated. He blinked slowly. Something invisible twisted the air, silently licking the ground.
He knew something immensely dangerous was present—but his eyes saw nothing. The silence was maddening.
Thankfully, the moment was brief. Before even a full blink could finish, the scene before them erupted in a massive transformation.
The charging giant trees—lashing out with gnarled limbs—vanished in an instant, reduced to pale gray dust that swirled in heat waves, like a sudden, violent explosion of clouds. The forest’s birds, long since fled in terror from the unnatural changes in the trees, had all escaped—except one. A single bird, caught mid-flight, passed directly in front of them. Its wings remained frozen in the act of flight, instantly carbonized. A moment later, it crumbled into a drifting cloud of ash.
Even the rocks cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading across their surfaces. The earth, once dark and lifeless, pulsed with a sickly glow—then quickly blackened, turning into charred, crumbling scum. Moments later, the entire scene was gently blanketed by a slow, silent fall of ash—like snow descending from a cold, dead sky.
The destruction was utterly silent. No sound at all. As if every voice had been swallowed whole. There was no struggle, no resistance—only instant annihilation.
Dreian’s pupils contracted to needle points. His throat convulsed. Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead, carving paths through the hairline. His cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably.
Antoine hadn’t seen the full detail. When Wade cast the spell, he had been covertly watching Gellert Grindelwald’s expression. When he turned his head, he saw that an entire semicircular area—trees, animals, ordinary plants, grass, and flowers—had simply vanished from the ground. Only ash remained: rising in great puffs, then drifting slowly downward, as if the sky had been emptied of clouds and snow.
Antoine blinked. He didn’t understand. He turned to the pale, stunned witch beside him and asked, “What… happened?”
The witch turned her head slowly, painfully, inch by inch, her eyes wide and unblinking. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
In that same instant, everyone fell silent. Even Gellert Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, then, after a long pause, let out a soft, almost imperceptible laugh.
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When Wade lowered his wand, it wasn’t clear whether it was from exhaustion or emotional shock—his arm still trembled faintly. All he could hear was the roaring rush of blood in his ears.
The spell’s destructive power had been precisely targeted. No flames had spread beyond the semicircular area. The awakened giant oak, positioned right at the edge, had lost two-thirds of its trunk in an instant—leaving only a jagged, broken stump. The bark had exploded off, exposing wood that had been vaporized of its moisture. What remained was a pitch-black, dry skeleton of trunk and branches, cracked and brittle.
Thud.
The last of the tree collapsed.
Now, only the trees beyond the semicircle remained active—yet they stood frozen, as if a pause button had been pressed. Their trunks twisted violently, their crowns bending away from the destroyed forest with desperate effort, despite having no faces. Still, they looked stunned—horrified.
“Whoosh—”
Suddenly, a gust of wind coiled out of nowhere, rustling the leaves and scattering the thick layer of ash across the ground.
The awakened trees had no soul. Their minds held no concept of fear, no instinct to flee—only rage, and a burning desire to destroy. After a moment of stillness, they surged forward again, moving with terrifying speed. Some were close enough that they nearly collided with the protective barrier.
Yet compared to their earlier, thunderous charge, they now seemed isolated—fragmented. The line was broken, missing a massive gap.
Wade’s arm still twitched uncontrollably. He didn’t cast another spell—but a sudden red light shot from his side.
The Firebird unfurled its wings and launched forward like an arrow from a bow. Where it touched, trees ignited instantly. Flames surged like serpents, heat waves rising in visible waves. A giant tree writhed in agony within the inferno, yet it kept advancing—unstoppable.
The Firebird grew larger, its body swelling. Then, from its form, a cascade of flame creatures burst forth—giant serpents, fire dragons, chimera, hippogriffs—each roaring with elemental fury. The Inferno beasts charged headlong into the fleeing trees, sparks flying. Claws tore at roots. Crimson flames wrapped around trunks, burning deep, forcing resin to ooze from the cracks.
But the trees didn’t feel pain. Even as their trunks turned to charcoal, they pressed on—so long as their roots remained, they would not stop.
Boom—
The first tree slammed into the barrier. The colossal, flame-wreathed giant battered the shield again and again. Thick branches hammered against the barrier, producing a deafening roar.
“Hold on! Hold it!” Someone shouted, voice raw. “They can’t survive the Inferno Flame—they’ll burn out soon! We have to hold!”
“Braun already destroyed most of the giant trees! Can’t we handle this few left?”
The barrier was connected to the wizards’ wands by thin, silver threads of light. Their hands gripped the wands tightly, arms trembling as if holding up a mountain. Yet no one fled. Not a single step back.
The usually solemn members of the Wizard Purity Party now seemed to burn with fierce passion. Wade glanced at them, a strange unease stirring in his chest. His front was clear. The area around him was empty—unnaturally still. Peaceful. Almost eerie.
He was about to act—when Gellert Grindelwald stopped him.
“You’ve already faced the most dangerous part,” Grindelwald said, smiling. “The rest is theirs.”
He tilted his head slightly. “How does it feel, Wade—to wield such power?”
Wade stared at him, curious. “I don’t understand,” he said. “You mastered magic at this level… so why did you lose to Dumbledore?”
The smile vanished from Grindelwald’s face instantly.
(End of Chapter)
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