The Death Eaters were whispering among themselves.
In truth.
That could not escape the ears of a Legend.
Deep within the hall, Voldemort paid no heed to the confusion of the servants outside.
In his scarlet eyes were reflected the newly born mark of chaos deep within his soul and the surging power of a Legend. A cold, satisfied curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.
He rose once more and walked toward the hidden door leading to the Chamber of Secrets at the deepest level underground.
His newly stabilized Legendary realm and the initial fusion with the power of Deep Space made him hunger for more research, more experiments. The power he had gained from the "Echo," those fragmented and mad scraps of knowledge, needed time to be sorted through, verified, and transformed into more tangible strength. The meeting in a corner of London's night market continued, while deep within the dark lair, another, more secretive and dangerous transformation and exploration was about to begin anew.
Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets.
The heavy hidden door closed soundlessly behind him, completely cutting off all light, sound, and confusion from the outside world. The underground chamber's distinctive stench—a mixture of ancient stone, damp vapor, decaying parchment, and something deeper, indescribably profane—wrapped around him like viscous liquid. Yet to Voldemort, who had just broken through to Legend and bore the mark of chaos in the depths of his soul, the smell was not suffocating. Instead, it brought a familiar comfort, like returning to the womb.
"Glug glug glug glug~"
Something was bubbling.
At the center of the chamber, the dark red patterns on the black basalt altar seemed to sense their master's return and pulsed faintly, like the heartbeat of a sleeping beast. The ghostly blue flames of several eternal