Troll Genesis

The eastern side of the castle had fallen into a near-hopeless crisis. While everyone's attention was drawn to the earth-shaking commotion in the Forbidden Forest, on the cliffs beside the Quidditch training grounds to the right of the castle, a beautiful witch in black robes stood against the wind.

Her black robes snapped in the night wind, moonlight outlining her graceful curves.

She stood there, looking down upon the chaotic battlefield below: the formidable Rampant Tree, the swarms of insects battling in the air, and wizards firing spells in every direction. Her face was utterly cold and devoid of emotion. Beneath her slightly narrowed eyes were reflected the castle burning in the flames of war, along with the souls that had already died.

Morgan le Fay slowly finished the difficult, lengthy ancient incantation. A seductive yet dangerous smile curled across her lips. Just as planned, the insect plague and Rampant Tree had been enough to divert everyone's attention. At last, she had completed her magical ritual—the Hell Dragon Emperor bloodline's exclusive ultimate art, Troll Genesis!

On the battlefield, countless vengeful spirits rose like a tide, turning into a pale mist that slowly spiraled upward and gathered in the sky. Within that mist were the three hundred St. Mungo's patients who had died after transforming into Obscuruses, the Aurors and pure-blood family members devoured by the insect swarm, and even the fallen descendants of the Pirate King Family.

Bearing the hatred of their final moments and endless resentment, the vengeful spirits churned and tangled in the air before suddenly erupting into wails like the cries of ghosts. Those were not simple sobs. They were the shrieks of countless shattered souls being torn apart in the same instant. The waves of sound layered over one another, resonated, and amplified, as though the