Ian's Probing

The Evil God's second phase was truly bizarre.

Those chaotic tentacles, eyeballs, and mouths seemed to have been arranged and ordered by an invisible force. Though their forms remained grotesque and horrifying, they formed an inhuman, geometric "harmony." It was no longer merely an aggregate of chaos, but an aware, self-perfecting, ultimate "existence."

The ancient Evil God floated at the center of the warped world, like a living, blasphemous cosmic singularity, radiating a pressure that froze souls.

"As expected, bosses are always harder to fight once they enter their second phase." Ian watched the perfected ultimate Evil God before him, feeling the crushing pressure that seemed ready to grind even his soul to pieces.

He knew.

His opponent was no longer an existence a wizard could defeat. Perhaps even the gods of ancient Egypt would struggle against it. Otherwise, why had none of those gods appeared even now?

Of course, understanding that and seeing through it were one thing. Whether he would submit was another. Ian's hand still gripped the Elder Wand tightly.

"What other tricks do you have?"

The Evil God believed victory was already assured, so he spoke to Ian with composed ease. It was not merely to toy with his prey; he also wanted to extract more magical knowledge from Ian.

That was power.

"My methods are enough to fight you until the end of the world."

Ian Prince stood atop the ruins, his robes snapping in the warped energy radiating from the Evil God. Facing Set-Apep, who had entered its terrifying second form, the legendary wizard knew he had to use every ounce of his power. He raised his wand, and ancient Runes gleamed in the air.

Destructive spells erupted at once.

Ian Prince pointed his wand at the ground, and countless fissures instantly split open