Night had fallen, and the clouds above Azkaban hung so heavily they seemed ready to crush the sea. Suddenly, a silver-blue flash tore through the darkness, streaking across the sky like a meteor before plunging straight toward the black island. It was followed by a dark-red blaze carrying an aura of destruction. The two utterly different magical forces collided in midair, triggering a violent explosion. Shockwaves rolled outward, heaving the surrounding seawater into waves dozens of meters high. Azkaban's guards looked up in horror to see two figures facing each other in the air, their overwhelming pressure making the entire fortress tremble. "Albus, have you finally decided to kill me?" Grindelwald's voice spread across the island through an Amplifying Charm, carrying both mockery and desolation. "Is it to complete your unfinished mission? Or to bid farewell to that ridiculous past of ours?" "Gellert!"
Dumbledore's voice was calm and resolute, yet it contained thunderous force. "Your madness must end. Today, I will bring your legend to an end here."
Before the words had faded, both men struck at once. Golden phoenix fire intertwined with dark-red Fiendfyre in the sky, forming roaring dragons of flame that bit and devoured one another. Magical fluctuations spread outward like tangible ripples; rocks shattered and seawater evaporated wherever they passed. But this was only the beginning.
Azkaban's defenses had been triggered.
As the two godlike magical powers collided violently, the darkness deep within Azkaban seemed to have been enraged. Countless black cloaks poured from every corner, converging like a tide into a black ocean. They were Dementors—tens of thousands of Dementors. They had sensed an unprecedentedly powerful soul energy, a feast beyond their wildest dreams.
For an ordinary wizard, a single Dementor was enough to plunge them into eternal despair.
But to Dumbledore and Grindelwald at