Reshaping the Body

Inside the stone cell, green light flashed.

The magic of the Avada Kedavra Curse surged and echoed through the cramped space like an icy scythe, harvesting life with precision and cruelty.

Isis's body jolted violently. The last trace of life within her was instantly severed—her heartbeat, breathing, and magical fluctuations all dropped to zero, and even the echo of her soul was suppressed to the point of being nearly undetectable.

Her head drooped limply.

The iron chains swayed softly, letting out a harsh yet brief clatter.

Skylar stood where he was, not immediately lowering his wand.

He quietly watched Isis's motionless body. There was not a ripple in his gray-blue eyes, yet he repeatedly confirmed in secret that what he had cast was not a genuine Avada Kedavra, but an illusion of "death" created through supremely precise magical control.

From outward signs to magical fluctuations, from the cessation of her heartbeat to the complete disappearance of her soul's aura, everything had been disguised flawlessly. To any detection spell, this body had utterly perished, devoid of all life.

Though Skylar's move had seemed casual, it actually required near-perfect mastery over magic and spells. Across the entire wizarding world, only a handful of people could achieve such a feat.

Even if the Tomb Keeper Family had set up layers of hidden surveillance throughout this forbidden land, Skylar did not believe they could see through the trick he had played on the Killing Curse.

His gaze was calm and heavy.

This was the least costly, yet most decisive solution he could think of.

A moment later, Skylar flicked his wand, and the chains snapped apart. Isis's body hit the ground heavily. He bent down and picked her up, his movements not gentle, but exceptionally steady, as though he were transporting something immensely important.