The sea of fire surged.
The air was thick with the scorched smell of burning.
The entire dueling arena seemed to have been swallowed by fierce flames. Yet even so, the young Albus Dumbledore remained completely unharmed as he steadily closed in on Ian.
No matter how Ian commanded the flames to dance, whenever they approached that peerlessly elegant young man, they seemed to encounter some kind of interference and uncontrollably veered elsewhere.
"Are you an Obscurial who successfully escaped Destiny?" As if afraid Ian had not heard him amid the violent commotion, the young Albus Dumbledore asked again.
His voice still carried that peculiar, fiery warmth.
"I'm afraid I must disappoint you. My magic has always been like this by nature; I was never an Obscurial." Ian was somewhat surprised by what the young Albus Dumbledore had said.
Of course.
It was that first remark, the one that seemed to have already seen through his origins. Though the information was slightly mistaken, the young Albus Dumbledore clearly already knew Ian did not belong to this time.
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing Ian's response.
The young Albus Dumbledore's gaze immediately dimmed somewhat. Still, he maintained his pace, drawing closer and closer to Ian, who stood not far away.
No matter how fiercely the sea of fire raged.
He still moved through it with ease.
"Did you see some traces in my magic?" Ian thought of what Teacher Morgan had said before. At this point, he no longer dared refer to the young Albus Dumbledore as "you." After all, perhaps this encounter today would remain in the elderly Albus Dumbledore's memories even in the future.
Of course, according to the rules of time Ian understood, it was also possible that the old headmaster had remembered this all along. Terrifying upon closer