Vincent, on the verge of death, could not stop the light at the end.
It was like the will of the entire universe, making resistance impossible.
"Magic—I still have magic!"
A thin barrier suddenly appeared before the light.
Vincent's ethereal body was blocked outside the barrier.
Just as he tried to go back, someone who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared before him.
"This is a world without pain, without sorrow." The other person held out a hand, as if welcoming his arrival.
"I'm not completely dead yet."
Vincent felt an immense force pulling at him. "Listen carefully—I still have a heartbeat."
His counterpart froze slightly, then withdrew his hand in great disappointment.
"Magic cannot help you escape forever."
"Who are you?"
"I have many names and forms."
He turned into a bearded God, then into the Grim Reaper holding a scythe.
"Is that all?"
More and more forms appeared one after another.
Yet Vincent's expression was even more disappointed than the other man's had been.
"Oh, you're amazing."
Whenever Vincent imagined one, the other became that exact form.
The so-called god was merely a form of consciousness.
It was the origin of life, and also life's final destination.
"Goodbye." Vincent's ethereal body began drifting backward.
The other returned to Vincent's form, smiling as he watched him leave.
Back in the real world, Vincent opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed.
Grindelwald sat quietly beside him.
"Don't get up yet. You're very weak."
He tried to say something, but his mouth would not open no matter what.
"Everyone's experience is the same." Grindelwald understood the look in his eyes. "You may find it strange, but that is the truth."
The near-death experience itself had been fairly pleasant, if he ignored the effects caused by the Killing Curse.
"You'll