Behind the stone archway, Harley stood on a flagstone road.
The road was straight and broad, stretching beyond sight. Neatly laid flagstones covered the ground, making it look like an ordinary street in some town in Great Britain.
Where Harley stood, two-story houses with their own gardens lined both sides of the road, while high-rise buildings could vaguely be seen in the distance.
"So this is the City of Cataclysm." Harley murmured with faint amusement as she swiftly surveyed her surroundings.
The door through which she had entered had already vanished behind her, with no telling where it had gone.
"It seems the stone archway's location in the Ministry of Magic is fixed, but its location within the City of Cataclysm shifts at random."
Black flames ignited around Harley's body as she tried to leave a mark beneath her feet.
But after flowing for only a few seconds, the flames were extinguished by Harley herself. She shook her head, suppressing the urge to leave marks everywhere.
This place was far too mysterious and dangerous. Leaving her power behind carelessly could very well lead to unpredictable consequences.
Harley had not forgotten the avatar created by the Substitute Wand a year ago.
That avatar's betrayal had come without warning; it had somehow developed an independent will. Harley had received no forewarning, nor had she sensed any changes in the surrounding environment or any invading force.
Yet that avatar had truly slipped beyond her control.
Fortunately, it had not seemed capable of much thought or combat at the time. Otherwise, Harley suspected she might have been forced into a hard battle, perhaps even suffering injuries after being caught off guard.
Now, however, Harley's strength was worlds apart from what it had been then. She had already become an Archangel.
If another mutation occurred,