Break In

"Come on!"

Nelson and Tom stood back-to-back, and before them was the battlefield where the spells Tom had built up collided with the enemy's curses.

Dark Magic was different from ordinary spells. It possessed the power to stir the most primal fears in people's hearts—soundless annihilation and a cruel unknown. The mingled magic condensed into a pitch-black singularity, as though a black hole that devoured everything had been born before them. Like a meat grinder, it formed a small battlefield where magic sawed back and forth. Countless spells were thrown into it, only to be erased by the black hole in an instant. It grew larger and larger, until even the surrounding light and shadows could not escape its pull.

Their adjacent left and right hands gripped their Wands and thrust forward in perfect unison. Black-and-white windbreakers and robes pressed together, one blindingly bright, the other almost fused with the night, making it impossible to tell whose walking shadow belonged to whom, or perhaps who was the light source that illuminated the other.

Nelson and Tom tilted their heads slightly, meeting each other's eyes from the corners of their vision, and their Wands flicked upward at the same time.

The pressure from below and the vent left by the distorted air at the top instantly gave the high-pressure magic an outlet to pour through. Like a tiny hole opened in a dam, the singularity of interwoven magic surged upward, wrapped in a fierce wind.

The black singularity rose into the sky almost at a flickering speed, and Nelson's final words were also sent to every corner of the world through the spread of Mayfly.

The sudden disappearance of the singularity caught the Aurors opposite them off guard. They raised their heads and saw a pressure mass hanging high in the