Direct-trigger Dark Magic had a common trait: it could never be completely eradicated, only slowed to delay the curse's deterioration.
The hereditary ring Voldemort had enchanted at the Gaunt Family Home was this kind of Dark Magic, something even Dumbledore had feared.
Standing before the isolation chamber, Vincent took the Serpent Staff from the Flamel Ring in front of the medical staff.
Ignoring their gasps, he aimed the Serpent Staff's gentle glow at Aidan.
An utterly chilling aura seeped out of the chamber, and everyone stared in stunned silence at the thin black mist.
Vincent reached out and made a grasping motion, imprisoning the black mist.
As time passed, the fine sweat on his forehead grew heavier, while the black mist suppressed by his magic became increasingly dense.
Half an hour later, the mist was finally compressed into a single point and vanished into the air. The Serpent Staff's gentle glow disappeared with it.
Vincent had done all he could. The curse's effects had been weakened almost without limit, but it still could not be completely removed, even with the Serpent Staff, which greatly enhanced healing magic.
"This isn't an illness." He turned to Sarah behind him. "It's an extremely dangerous Dark Magic curse. What we can do is not heal it, but contain it and delay it."
Sarah clenched her hands. "Mr. Wayne, is there really nothing even magic can do?"
Vincent put away the Serpent Staff and casually wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. "If my guess is correct, this child came into contact with a Dark Magic object meant to spread pain and death. Its curse will continuously devour his life force and resist all outside restorative power."
He paused and glanced back at Aidan in the isolation chamber. "It's like suddenly having a mass of