Morgan's Past
The three exchanged a quick glance, but found that no one was willing to speak, and the scene fell silent.
Morgan was the one who spoke first.
Although this was her first collaboration with "that person" in Knockturn Alley, and both parties should have been equals, since "that person" couldn't personally intervene, she ultimately bore the highest responsibility for the entire operation. She had to speak up because she knew that while the three of them working together might have a chance against one, they weren't truly united, and Skylar, emboldened by the power of his wand, had reached the pinnacle of his power.
If the other two waver and lose their fighting spirit, then this battle is pointless; the outcome will undoubtedly be a crushing defeat. This isn't Morgan being overly pessimistic, because of the three, only she herself has never been defeated by Skylar, while Barbarossa was defeated by Skylar in a one-on-one duel, and Voldemort was nearly overwhelmed by Skylar just minutes before, desperately trying to escape.
One can imagine that the two of them were far more shocked by the power that Skylar displayed than she was.
"That's quite a skillful tactic, quite a deep scheming mind..." Morgan sighed, a flicker of light in his bright eyes, and said softly, "You're really good at holding back—they say youth is impetuous, but you're more patient than an old man, not at all like a young person should. You had such a trump card, and you managed to wait until this moment to use it; I can only say you're truly remarkable, but—"
"I admit that I did misjudge your true strength a little bit, but that doesn't affect the overall situation—" Morgan waved her hand gently—a gold ring inlaid with a ruby suddenly appeared on her forehead, and similar gold rings appeared on both of her wrists. Finally, her wand appeared in her right hand.
It was a pure gold wand, at least three times thicker than a typical wand. The handle was carved with the shape of a Fire Dragon's head, and a similarly shaped gold ring passed through the Fire Dragon's mouth.
The moment her wand appeared, its powerful aura surged back towards Skylar, almost evenly matched.
A surging wave of air formed between Skylar and Morgan, and in a matter of moments it transformed into a tornado of astonishing power, sweeping up the Inferius in the arena, the tombstones scattered on the ground, and the withered leaves, all of which were lifted into the air at once.
The ruby on her forehead suddenly emitted a blood-red light, and wisps of red energy, like streaks of red mist, emanated from the gem and drifted towards the three of them, being absorbed through their skin and even through their robes.
Skylar frowned. Although he didn't know what this energy was, it wasn't unfamiliar to him. It was the "Pure Blood" left to him by Slytherin. There was a blood bead above his own heart that was continuously supplying him with this energy, but he still hadn't realized or felt any benefit to a wizard from absorbing this energy.
"You're allowed to have your Killer cards and special moves, but don't we have ours too?" Seemingly influenced by the magical artifacts adorning her, Morgan's demeanor and tone gradually turned cold. "Today—no matter how powerful or formidable you are, we are absolutely confident we can handle you! Barbarossa, Voldemort, if that brat dies, I don't want any of his treasures; they're all yours!"
Voldemort and Barbarossa's eyes lit up, their expressions filled with fighting spirit. Although wands choose their masters, power is enough to make up for it; it would be impossible for them not to covet Skylar's wand.
Moreover, they weren't just eyeing a wand; they also had their eyes on the ring on Skylar's finger, the cloak draped over his shoulders, and the wizard's robes he wore—though he had never used them, Barbarossa and Voldemort were figures of immense stature, and the faint magical fluctuations emanating from these three items alone suggested that they were far from ordinary.
"You must go all out, even killing this brat is fine, I have a way—" Morgan's eyes gleamed with an increasingly frenzied light, "The moment he dies, seal his soul within this gem on my forehead, making him my spirit, to be at my command for all eternity..."
"Hahahaha..." At this point, she began to laugh wildly, almost losing control of her emotions. "Arthur did it! Merlin did it! And you did it too! You men—I'm not ugly, yet you all rejected me without hesitation! I had no choice but to do this: you're mine now, and we can be together for all eternity, never to be separated... Hahahaha..."
At this moment, not only Skylar, but even Voldemort and Barbarossa, who were on her side, felt a chill run down their spines from the depths of this woman's perversion and madness.
Skylar's lips twitched slightly. "Although I don't know what you've been through in the past, haven't you ever thought—" He shook his head gently and sighed, "Is it your own problem?"
"You're talking nonsense! What do you know!" Morgan's tone was tinged with cruelty. "Arthur is a scumbag—he already had me, and because I loved him and trusted him, I used my supreme magic and the power of Avalon to create an empire for him..."
"Our clan, of the Dragon Emperor Bloodline, is born with powerful vitality and long lifespans, but the price is difficulty in conceiving. Yet, for him, I risked my life to bear his offspring, but... do you know how he repaid me?"
Morgan said coldly, "He took advantage of my pregnancy and inability to move around, and slept with that bitch Guinevere... Do you know how much this affected me when I found out? My baby, the first and only child I had, which I had gone through so much hardship and paid such a high price for... just like that, gone..."
Morgan's eyes were filled with hatred, and the ruby on her forehead seemed to be connected to her emotions, as it began to flash an eerie red light rapidly and frequently. The amount and speed of the red mist escaping suddenly increased, turning from streaks into small patches of red mist.
A cruel smile curved her lips. "Later... I killed that bitch Guinevere... with the cruelest methods... Arthur turned against me... but it doesn't matter, I no longer love this man, and I won't kill him. I just want to imprison him forever, so that he can only look at me for the rest of his life, spending his days in pain and resentment..."
"But that damned Merlin..." Morgan sneered, "Merlin is always so nosy... I didn't want to get entangled with him because he's Slytherin's favorite student, but he's so ungrateful..."
"You two fought?" Skylar asked, frowning. This shouldn't be the case. According to the memories he inherited from Merlin, the great battle between Morgan and Merlin didn't coincide in time.
"No." Morgan said. For a moment, a look of reminiscence appeared on her face, but she quickly returned to a ferocious look. "This sanctimonious hypocrite, he is just... hmph, let's not talk about it... Anyway, he is destined to not end well..."
"I'm not really interested in what's going on between you and Merlin..." Skylar said. "What I'm more interested in is... what exactly is this blood mist that you're constantly absorbing?"