Morgan and Mei
"Alright, I admit it. Not just me, we all underestimated you..." Morgan's gaze towards Skylar grew increasingly intense. She said softly, "I still want to extend an invitation to you once again, to invite you to join us. This isn't just to appease the soul of the host within me; I genuinely value your intelligence, because... I simply can't bear to—kill you here tonight..."
"You've been so clever all your life, can't you see that we came here tonight with meticulous preparation—you have absolutely no chance..." Morgan's beautiful eyes were fixed on Skylar as she said earnestly, "I can see that you're a sentimental man—you probably still care about my bloodline, don't you? But..."
"Why don't you think about it from a different perspective? She and I are actually the same person—" Morgan's tone became even softer, "The principle of Bloodline Fusion is not about devouring—I didn't devour her soul, but rather I merged with her—you could say that I am her, and she is me. Look at my face now, can you honestly say you can't see your girlfriend's shadow in it?"
"Then," Morgan said softly, "Why can't you just treat me like her?"
"If you still think of her, then I'll use the name Meredith from now on—" Morgan rarely showed such a girlish, slightly shy expression, "I promise you, I will be your most obedient and docile wife."
Morgan's shy words, when uttered from her angelic face, seemed perfectly natural. Although her true age was nearly a thousand years, she had spent most of her time in a semi-dead slumber. Moreover, after the Bloodline Fusion ritual, her soul and Meredith's were intertwined and merged. Although her consciousness and personality were generally dominant, she was still inevitably influenced by Meredith's personality.
It must be said that, in some respects, the effect of Bloodline Fusion magic is truly phenomenal.
Unlike the user of the Philosopher's Stone, who experiences both spiritual and physical aging—no wonder Nicolas Flamel, over six hundred years old, ultimately chose to die willingly. Anyone who lived to such a state of physical decline and spiritual detachment would probably make a similar decision, because life would have become a struggle against the drudgery of time, rather than an active and joyful experience.
Unlike Horcrux, which require the loss of the most core "humanity" of the soul and the transformation of the body into something neither human nor ghost nor snake, Voldemort underwent countless dangerous Dark Arts modifications to make his body adaptable to the split soul. As a result, the greatest asset left to him by his Muggle father—his handsome face—was transformed into a noseless snake face.
Then look at Morgan le Fay, the "Dark Queen" who was successfully resurrected through Bloodline Fusion. She not only possesses the body of a young girl, but also a stunningly beautiful face.
Skylar scrutinized Morgan closely. Just as she had said, she retained three parts of Meredith's features, hair color, and figure. Her black, waterfall-like hair was interspersed with wisps of loose brown strands. She wore a black, gold-trimmed, high-necked, low-cut medieval magician's robe, revealing her mature, overflowing breasts and seemingly delicate, slender waist.
Meredith was indeed a beauty, but Morgan possessed all of Meredith's virtues and corrected all her flaws, much like two sisters with similar features who, due to some discrepancies, became two completely different faces.
The Morgan le Fay standing before Skylar possessed the charm of a young girl, combined with an air of supreme authority, creating a unique and captivating Dark Empress.
Skylar's pupils were fixed on Morgan, and he finally let out a long sigh.
"Ancient records state that Morgan le Fay, the Dark Queen, reigned supreme in the 11th century. She was the ruler of Avalon Island, possessing immense magical power, shrewdness, and the talent of a true ruler, a woman of great ambition and wisdom. She was Merlin's greatest nemesis..." Skylar said calmly, "When I was very young, I often fantasized about what kind of brilliance you, Merlin, and the Four Founders of Hogwarts School must have possessed in that era—"
"Today I have the privilege of speaking face-to-face with you, a legendary historical figure," Skylar smiled slightly, "Leaving aside your magical prowess for the moment, your magnanimity, strategy, and rhetoric are indeed among the most formidable I have ever encountered. It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted, but—" Skylar's voice was utterly calm, "I still choose to refuse—"
"You can call me stubborn, you can call me foolish, but—" Skylar said resolutely, "I simply believe—if I were to bow down to you today, to compromise with you, then I would no longer be myself—"
"Even if, as you say, I can deceive myself and treat you as Mei—" Skylar's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "But if the real Mei knew—she would never forgive me! I can never get past this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Skylar pressed down hard with his left thumb, and all the patterns on the Nether Night Wand suddenly lit up at the same time, with dazzling golden light shooting out from the wand. To Morgan, who was closest to Skylar, it looked as if Skylar was holding a dazzling ball of light, and he could no longer see the wand clearly.
In the eyes of the wand's owner Skylar, as the final layer of camouflage —the Vine Wood— shedded, countless golden arcs of electricity, like serpents, swiftly coiled around Skylar left arm and surged towards Skylar body. Skylar was completely enveloped in dazzling golden arcs of electricity, billowing waves of energy rising from his feet, accompanied by the crackling sounds of the exploding golden arcs—
Skylar's skin and black wizard robes were tinged gold by the electric arcs, as if he had just stepped out of mythology.
The warm smile that used to grace Skylar's face was gone, replaced by a sharp gaze and a solemn expression.
An unknown neighing sound faintly echoed in the void, half like a dragon and half like a horse, and also somewhat like the wails of the dead, the weeping of ten thousand ghosts, and the roars of vengeful spirits... Skylar's magic power, which had been depleted due to the shattering of his mind, instantly recovered to its peak state, and it seemed to have even made a breakthrough, rising steadily with unstoppable momentum, all the way to the peak level of a Archmage—almost on par with Dumbledore, who was wielding the Elder Wand!
"Hiss--" Morgan, Barbarossa, and Voldemort all gasped simultaneously. Even though they were seasoned veterans and had seen it all, they couldn't help but be shocked by Skylar's finally revealed trump card.