"Thunder"

"Ah!" The Sweden Prime Minister closed his eyes in pain, tears streaming down his face from the sudden burst of bright light. "Damn it! What have you done?"

The Swedish Minister of Magic narrowed his eyes slightly, still feeling somewhat dazed, wondering if he was hallucinating.

He just murmured blankly, "Was that lightning... or the moon? Or... the sun?"

The Sweden Prime Minister finally recovered, and a huge, dazzling ball of light appeared outside the window, constantly spewing plasma outwards.

His voice was filled with disbelief, and he asked hesitantly and tremblingly, "This is magic... to such an extent? Able to create such a scene?"

The Swedish Minister of Magic remained silent; he had never seen anything like it before.

It was during my time studying at Durmstrang that I heard about Gellert Grindelwald—

For example, he cast an incredibly powerful spell that nearly destroyed Père Lachaise Cemetery.

If it weren't for the intervention of several wizards who stopped Gellert Grindelwald's magic in time, there would likely have been a large number of casualties.

Let's go back to a short time ago.

Wizet and Luna rode together on Eight-Legged Steed, heading towards the top of the World Tree.

The Eight-Legged Steed carried them, like water being transported upwards through the woody parts, shuttling through the World Tree.

Perhaps this is the only way to reach the World Tree.

Wizet could feel that his perception of his surroundings was suppressed to the minimum, as if he were blind, and all around him was pitch black.

He pondered for a moment, recalling an Ancient Magic he had once acquired: "Elementary Plant Cultivation".

The purpose of this Ancient Magic is to enhance one's affinity for Magical Plants.

He wanted to try to communicate with the World Tree through this affinity and find a way to stop the waves...

Wizet attempted to cast this Ancient Magic, infusing the World Tree with Ancient Magic Power.

Sure enough, a mist related to the World Tree appeared in his mind, and as he continued to climb upwards, the thick mist was gradually dispelled.

Wizet's consciousness, through the "Elementary Plant Cultivation," sensed that within this towering tree were recorded unspeakable secrets of the past.

Thanks to his previous research on the Devil's Snare and the Christmas Cactus, he was able to explore this secret almost without any obstacles through Ancient Magic.

A thunderous rumble echoed around them.

Suddenly, Wizet's consciousness received a different scene, as if she had entered another world.

The pitch-black world became colorful, with all sorts of colors dancing and swirling around him, as if he were in a richly colored oil painting.

The background of the painting is extremely oppressive, with dark black and deep cobalt blue forming a vortex, like a Sea of Deathly Silence devours all life.

In the center of the Sea of Deathly Silence, a tall figure stood, holding a long spear like a god, surrounded by several wisps of pure Black Mist that helped him float on the Sea of Deathly Silence.

His tall figure continuously wielded his spear, the tip of which emitted countless bolts of lightning, repelling wave after wave of the Sea of Deathly Silence, painting an endless landscape of gray-purple and verdigris.

Perhaps considering that such waves could not harm its upright form, the Sea of Deathly Silence finally stirred and coalesced into a portal.

Where the Sea of Deathly Silence lies empty, lies a terrifying Dark Abyss.

The portal kept disappearing, and a figure resembling a skeleton emerged from it.

The skeletal figure sat atop a throne of bones, its robes tattered and stained with gray, purple, and verdigris.

The skeletal figure roared and pointed, causing the ethereal Black Mist to tremble. The pure black was tainted by scarlet, and the mist, restless, broke free of its upright form and scattered in all directions.

Just as his upright figure was about to fall into the abyss, he suddenly picked up his spear and pointed it to the sky. In an instant, lightning filled the entire scene, splashing the most extreme white.

The extreme white faded, Wizet came to her senses, finding herself at the top of the World Tree.

The Eight-Legged Steed did not stop. It seemed to know what Wizet needed to do, moving back and forth at the top of the World Tree, not missing any corner.

Wizet didn't know exactly how high it was, only that from here, you could see Stockholm in the distance and the lights of buildings coming on.

Yet, at such a high altitude, there was no suffocation from lack of oxygen; the howling winds in the distance could only be heard as faint sounds.

Everything here looks so dreamlike, with a faint sense of mist swirling around it.

Every time the Eight-Legged Steed stops, it raises specks of dust, either ashes or snowflakes.

The top of the World Tree seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and even the howling wind became faint.

In the distance, the waves rose to the same height as the World Tree World Tree continued to rise, getting closer and closer to it.

Wizet knew that once the waves crashed, it would inevitably trigger a massive tsunami that would engulf Stockholm.

He quickly checked the map in his mind, making sure all the fog was dispelled before pouring all the Ancient Magic Power he could obtain into "The Wizard Combat Guide".

The notes in his mind suddenly flipped open, allowing him to fully absorb the Ancient Magic Power he had just collected.

The page that had been unable to appear finally revealed new content.

There is no prefix of "Ancient Magic" or any additional content presented.

This is the briefest introduction of all the pages: "Thunder".

However, through the "Elementary Plant Cultivation," Wizet sensed the vibrant images etched upon the World Tree and understood how to use this magic.

He saw the spear in the distance and immediately raised his wand.

"A spear Accio!"

The spear came into Wizet's hand with a snap, and only when he touched it at such close range did he realize how extraordinary it was.

The spearhead was crystal clear, like a pure ice crystal, yet faintly crackled with lightning within.

As lightning crackled, the spear would also shimmer with a mesmerizing silver-blue light.

The shaft of the spear is inlaid with countless silver runes, and one can feel their antiquity and vicissitudes as one touches them.

The sound of the waves grew louder and louder, and it was getting closer and closer to the World Tree, with the possibility of capsizing at any moment.

"Put me down!" Wizet took a deep breath and immediately cast the Guardian Meditation to enhance her perception as much as possible.

"I'll be waiting for you here," Luna said softly, her voice full of determination.

Wizet reached the edge, holding the spear in one hand.

As he closed his eyes, his Obscurus Core began to stir, and countless forces poured forth.

"A!"

He slightly parted his lips, raised his spear and thrust it towards the ground, his body crackling with lightning.

The moment the lightning appeared, the waves seemed to pause for a moment.

The next moment, the waves continued their relentless surge, carrying boundless power as they roared towards Wizet ...