War Rekindled

When the first urgent dispatch reached Ella Cottage, Skylar, seated in the study, immediately realized—the long-dormant Knights of Walpurgis had finally made their move. The global wizarding world, which had enjoyed sixteen hard-won years of peace, would once again be consumed by war.

The message came from Durmstrang.

The Durmstrang wax seal on the envelope had been scorched black and twisted by intense heat. The handwriting was as chaotic as if it had been hastily penned in a raging gale, every stroke carrying the despair of someone on the verge of collapse.

On the ice fields of northern Norway, less than a hundred miles from Durmstrang, a giant wreathed entirely in Eternal Flame had erupted from a fissure in the earth.

It stood over fifty meters tall, larger than any known giant. Its body was formed from lava and charcoal-black obsidian, molten cracks flowing over its surface like veins. Every breath it took expelled searing white flames capable of reducing everything to ash.

Its head bore no features, only a massive mouth of lava that constantly opened and closed, roaring like the gates of hell. Its arms were powerful enough to tear apart mountains with ease. With every step, the ice instantly vaporized, the frozen earth became boiling lakes of magma, and the bedrock cracked and collapsed beneath the heat with thunderous crashes.

This was not the frenzy of a beast, but pure destruction guided by a will as ancient as a god's.

It responded to no words, ignored all restraining spells, and did not even deign to retaliate. It simply continued forward, mechanically and unstoppably—like a doomsday machine programmed with a destination.

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic had deployed almost every available force.

The Aurors erected twelve layers of top-tier frost barriers. The Norwegian Ministry of Magic even joined