What had The Black Robed Woman realized?
Of course, he had realized exactly where the ruins his teacher had shown him were located!
The Black Robed Woman stood at the edge of the lingering shadows of time, his robes fluttering slightly in an invisible wind. He had just witnessed those twisted, writhing, misshapen creatures—some had no eyes, yet seemed capable of peering into souls; others had no mouths, yet uttered whispers that chilled the marrow.
They were not from hell, nor were they creations of the abyss. They were... contaminated creatures! Aberrations born after the magic carried by those terrifying beings had rotted away within cracks in time!
Yes!
Even now, the Ministry of Magic had yet to determine what those terrifying beings were. All they knew was that they were utterly evil, echoes of something older and more indescribable.
Their very existence corroded the boundaries of reality!
They caused Logical Collapse and shattered reason.
It could be said that they surpassed all existing magical understanding. This was not the corruption of magic, but rather as though some creature was trying to use magic to conceal an even greater horror!
The Black Robed Woman felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He abruptly turned toward the Blind Wizard beside him, his voice as hoarse as torn parchment. "The ruins you found back then... the place that blinded you... was this place!?"
"The Ministry of Magic was built atop these ruins, wasn't it?" The air seemed to freeze. In the distance, those aberrant shadows let out silent shrieks, twisting even time itself. The Black Robed Woman felt his thoughts slowly being permeated by some sticky darkness—those creatures had not come from the past. They had never left.
They had remained dormant beneath the Ministry of Magic's foundations, drawing