It had to be said.
The first-generation Dark Lord certainly knew how to make an entrance.
Hovering in midair.
Surrounded by Fiendfyre.
Grindelwald looked wickedly charismatic and arrogantly untamed.
Dumbledore glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "After all these years, your Fiendfyre is still so... flamboyant. Such a headache."
At that, Grindelwald grinned, his smile full of pride. "Flamboyant? Albus, this is art."
Before his words had even faded.
The ancient Dragon's second attack had already arrived!
It opened its enormous jaws and unleashed a blazing torrent of dragon breath, hot enough to melt everything in its path!!
This was no ordinary flame. It shone with an eerie, almost white light—an utterly terrifying force of such extreme heat that it could incinerate all matter, even magic itself! Wherever the dragon breath passed, the very air burned, leaving behind a warped, searing scar that lingered for a long time! Dumbledore's expression turned grave. The Elder Wand moved again, but this time, rather than a defensive spell, he cast—an offensive one.
"GciusMa ima!"
A bone-chilling current burst from the wand tip and collided thunderously with the blazing dragon breath in midair!
The freezing current intertwined with the dragon breath, erupting into an ear-splitting shriek. Vast quantities of white steam exploded outward like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfing the entire clearing!
The steam was astonishingly hot, enough to boil an ordinary wizard into a fully cooked lobster in an instant. But a faint, mist-like protective layer appeared around Dumbledore.
Keeping the heat at bay.
Yes, old Dumbledore could do far more than Fiendfyre Path. Fiendfyre Path was simply a particularly flashy spell. A wizard like him was practically an all-rounder.
And Grindelwald—he made a move that even caused Dumbledore to raise an eyebrow slightly. He did not dodge or