The Overture to Destruction 2

Voldemort was filled with ambition.

However.

The starry sky here seemed to echo strangely with the "deep space" he had sensed during the underground ritual, making the newly formed mark of chaos deep within Voldemort's soul tremble faintly.

To be fair.

As a secret hideout.

It naturally had to be somewhere people would not easily discover.

Thus.

The small island was covered in jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. Only a few low, hardy salt-tolerant shrubs struggled to survive in the raging winds. Other than the crashing waves and the wind, there was no sound.

Absolute desolation shrouded the place.

Voldemort paid no attention to his surroundings and strode toward the center of the cliff platform. It looked completely empty, containing nothing but rough stone. Yet he raised his wand, its tip tracing a complex, twisted symbol through the air—one that was neither taught at Hogwarts nor part of the commonly known Ancient Runes.

Instead, it carried the inhuman quality he had gained from the "Deep Space Echo."

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

The instant the symbol was completed, the rock in the clearing ahead rippled like water, revealing a narrow opening that descended below and could only admit one person at a time. An ominous dark-purple gleam flickered around its edges. From within came an even stronger scent, blending sea tang, minerals, and some strange magical fluctuation.

Voldemort stepped inside without hesitation. Beyond the entrance lay a short, artificially excavated passage, ending in a stone chamber of roughly ten square meters. Crystals embedded in all four walls emitted a steady cold white glow, illuminating the room's simple furnishings: a stone table, a stone chair, and several tightly sealed obsidian boxes against the wall.

"I remember putting it there."

Voldemort walked straight to the smallest of the boxes. It had no lock, but