Dumbledore was dead.
The lightning, containing boundless violent thunder, struck his body and destroyed his flesh.
When the lightning that had filled the entire sky faded, only a charred body remained within the ruined house, giving off the stench of scorched flesh and rising heat.
"It's all over."
Jino waved a hand and dispersed the lightning.
He blew gently.
The arm of the fallen charred corpse trembled slightly.
Snap!
The legendary wand said to have been crafted by Reapers from a Thestral tail feather and elder wood whistled toward Jino.
It slowly fell into Jino's hand. The boy lowered his head and examined the powerful wand made from elder wood.
Its entire surface was black, with raised knots at regular intervals.
"It can count as a collectible."
Jino smiled indifferently and stored the Elder Wand in his storage space.
Looking at Dumbledore's charred corpse, the boy sighed.
"Reapers."
He spoke softly.
As his words fell, it was as though some law descended upon heaven and earth.
Countless grains of black dust surged together, forming a figure resembling the Reapers of Western tales.
Beneath the tattered black cloak was a pale skeleton.
Its long finger bones curled slightly. Under Jino's gaze, it slowly bent at the waist.
A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from beneath the black robe. "Great Master, how may I serve you?"
"Mm. Summon the soul from this corpse."
In a world with idealistic forms of magic and the existence of ghosts, the concept of souls being reincarnated naturally existed as well.
"Of course, Great Master. As you wish."
Reapers rose slightly and extended a pale skeletal finger, snapping it lightly.
The next second, a clean-cut young man slowly emerged from beneath Reapers' black robe.
"As expected."
The young Dumbledore wore a despondent expression, but soon a trace of