Screech!
The blazing sun crashed into the sea of black mist, as though it had plunged into another boundless netherworld of ghosts.
His ears filled with shrill, miserable wails. The darkness of the dense mist was so complete that even Amosta's gaze could not penetrate it.
His consciousness left his body and sensed the seemingly endless world. Amosta's brow furrowed as a trace of discomfort appeared on his face.
The black mist blocking his vision was mixed with Voldemort's utterly evil magic, his cruel and violent thoughts, and the lingering hatred left behind by the living beings he had harmed at the moment of their deaths.
Amosta had encountered similar evil power before.
Back in New York, that vampire had also enslaved the hate-filled remnants of souls left in the world by those who had died tragic deaths.
However, its magic had not been as powerful or violent as Voldemort's, and the hatred within those remnants of souls had not run as deep as that of the creatures Voldemort had murdered!
Moreover, not all of the countless lingering thoughts belonged to wizards.
Countless magical creatures were also reflected in Amosta's spiritual world.
Before Amosta's eyes flashed the black lake in the cave he had already destroyed, where the fake Slytherin's Locket had been hidden.
Many of the corpses floating in that lake had belonged to magical creatures. Combined with the mixed elements within the demonic magic he currently sensed—
It was easy to imagine that Voldemort must have used magical creatures for many experiments to alter himself in those years!
Madness, audacity, and luck!
The Ministry of Magic's "rules and regulations" were naturally worthless to Voldemort, but using the bloodlines of magical creatures to enhance one's own magic was indeed an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Even wizards deeply versed in Dark