Shadow of the Hero

"Heh." Herpo the Foul shook his head and said to Pythia in a tone that could almost be called gentle, "Once I've dealt with him, come back with me."

With that, he did not wait for Pythia's reaction. He pointed his bone Wand at Nelson, his tone turning furious and mad in an instant. "You deceived her. Die!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The instant the Killing Curse's magical light shot toward Nelson's face, he raised his Wand. After realizing this was a flawless curse, Nelson chose the magic he was best at to meet it.

Transfiguration—Transfiguration aimed at a spell. Under the formidable effect of Sakes Restoration, the edge of the Killing Curse was dissociated into scattered specks of green light.

And the Wand Nelson thrust forward, wrapped in the magic of Transfiguration, broke through the center of the Killing Curse like a blade splitting bamboo. Like a stubborn rock standing against the tide, it split open the magical light of the death curse, and violent green lightning slid past both sides of his body.

The instant the two currents of magic met, Pythia suddenly began to tremble. Herpo the Foul and Nelson both noticed it at the same time, but the magic they had already unleashed could no longer be recalled, and it dragged them uncontrollably toward each other.

"An age blinded by myth will continue writing true myth. The poisonous dragon that devours the World Tree and the eagle that watches over time and space will duel at the source of the stream, but they are not the protagonists of the era..."

Pythia fell to her knees with a thud. Her bare knees were cut bloody by the gravel, and blood spread from the wounds toward every side of the puddle, dyeing it red almost in an instant. The High