Advancing to Legend was a leap in the very level of life.
Wasn't it essentially a complete rebirth?
He still looked like the same Dumbledore—silvery-white hair, sapphire-blue eyes, an aged face. But upon closer inspection, subtle changes could be seen. His skin had become more lustrous, as though he had grown decades younger. His eyes had become deeper, as though they contained an entire starry sky.
His aura... was completely different as well.
It was an indescribable aura that transcended the mundane. It was neither oppressive nor threatening, but a pure, absolute—sense of presence. He merely stood there, without making any movement or releasing any magical fluctuations, yet no one could ignore his existence. It was as if he himself were part of this world. As if he were the rules themselves.
Immediately afterward, the hard shell around Grindelwald shattered as well.
She stepped out of the fragments, equally renewed. Her mismatched eyes were now brighter and deeper, as though they could pierce through every veil of time. Her white hair remained disheveled, yet it carried an indescribable majesty belonging to a ruler. The corners of her lips lifted slightly in a satisfied smile.
The two looked at each other.
Neither spoke nor moved.
Yet they both sensed—the other's transformation.
The magical fluctuations that once required deliberate effort to detect had now been completely restrained. In their place was a more fundamental sense of existence, one that resonated with the entire world. "So this is... Legend," Dumbledore murmured, his voice carrying a trace of emotion.
Grindelwald nodded, complex light flickering in her mismatched eyes. "Five hundred years... and the wizarding world finally has new Legends again." She paused, looking at Dumbledore as her smile deepened.
"And two at once."
Dumbledore smiled as well. There was relief in that smile, along