Jade Token Forged from Blood

On the defensive walls of Mesopotamia, Riddle ran his fingertips across his wrist, and a torrent of blood gushed out instantly.

The gushing blood did not fall; instead, contrary to common sense, it floated in mid-air and gradually formed a round blood sphere.

Riddle then casually rubbed his wrist with his palm, and the wound Episkey.

"This is closely related to the Death's Mark, originating from the depths of my bloodline. I guess you know how to use it." He flicked his index finger, which was stained with a trace of blood, and said casually to Xiwen.

"Of course, I'm quite skilled at using the connection between forces to determine location coordinates." Xiwen gently beckoned with his finger, causing the blood orb to float in front of him.

He then covered the blood sphere with both hands, immediately clasped his hands together, instantly solidifying it into a flat, blood-red jade pendant, and then pinched it in his hand with two fingers.

Xiwen frowned as he carefully examined the jade pendant in his hand, which contained the energy of the Death.

"I seem to sense... that Death isn't in our universe?" he asked, looking at Riddle.

"Ha, who would have thought that the infamous Grim Death, out of fear of human power, would actually hide in his own dimension?" Riddle scoffed, speaking with disdain. "He certainly doesn't feel ashamed."

Upon hearing Riddle's words, Xiwen felt neither contempt nor relief; instead, his expression gradually became serious.

"While Death's actions do seem a bit cowardly, we need to consider another aspect. He's already so strong; who knows what level of power he'll reach once he returns to his own dimension?" he asked in a deep voice. "Within Death's Dark Barrier that suppresses magic, this home-field advantage is no joke!"

"Are you scared?" Riddle curled his lip and looked down at Xiwen with disdain.

"I think you're the one who should be more afraid, Riddle," Xiwen said bluntly. "You've completely betrayed Death. If we fail, he won't let you die a quick death."

Riddle's eyes suddenly darkened.

After a long silence, he said coldly, "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

The rampant spread of Black Fire stirred up waves across the world;

The turmoil in both realms stirred up turbulent currents across the four seas;

Demon God descended amidst the chaos, devouring all living beings;

Where can the sacred artifact be found? Black and white join hands to end the calamity!

This was the Prophecy that Rowena Ravenclaw recited when she departed, and upon rereading it now, Xiwen found that almost all of it had come true.

The rampant Black Fire refers to Grindelwald's signature spell— Fire Shield Protection —which symbolizes the Global Wizarding War instigated by the Pure-blood Party, a global upheaval caused by Grindelwald.

The turmoil is between the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. One side is embroiled in Global Wizarding War that has lasted for decades, while the other side is experiencing even more intense fighting, with the flames of war raging across every inch of the world and stirring up the turbulent seas.

The Demon God, or Death, absorbed enough negative emotions from this chaos to nourish himself, ultimately breaking through the seal laid down by the Three Peverell Brothers and descending upon the world once more, taking away the lives of countless beings.

The last sentence seems to foreshadow the scenario to come: finding the three Deathly Hallows, and then having Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two most powerful dark wizards and white wizards in the world, join forces to defeat Death and end this calamity.

Or rather, it's a union of the underworld and the legitimate world, forming a coalition of all humanity to work together to overcome disaster!

The Prophecy ending is a happy one, telling the wizards that the calamity will eventually come to an end.

But Xiwen still has one concern—

"We only have the Invisibility Cloak as one of the Deathly Hallows. Where are we going to find the other two?" he asked.

"Just let things take their course, Xiwen. Don't become overly obsessed with or dependent on external things," Dumbledore said to Xiwen, gently tugging at the Cloak he had just put on for the new season. "You should have complete confidence in the abilities of us, including your own!"

"But... there's a line in the Prophecy that says 'Where are the Holy Relics?' Doesn't that mean we need to find all three Deathly Hallows to defeat Death?" Xiwen frowned, still looking somewhat hesitant.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore chuckled.

"Xiwen, do you remember what I said?" he asked. "Whatever the future the Prophecy foretells, we are still living in the present!"

Xiwen nodded slightly, continuing Dumbledore's words, "The present is whole, but Prophecy is not. Prophecy is fragmented; it cannot tell us everything about the future, and naturally, we shouldn't let it interfere too much with our present..."

"See, you remember it very clearly, don't you?" Dumbledore said with a slight smile, adjusting his sleeves. "We don't need to place all our hopes on some vague Prophecy, even if it comes true. What we should focus on is our own choices and actions!"

"Our plan has been finalized, and there's no better time to face Death than now!"

"You're absolutely right. Who knows what might happen if we drag this out any longer?"

Xiwen let out a sigh of relief and nodded heavily.

Then, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him. A circle of light, seemingly sparkling with golden sparks, grew larger and appeared in front of Xiwen.

Behind the aperture is a villa that isn't very large, standing gracefully on a patch of lush green grass, giving it a beautiful and harmonious appearance that blends seamlessly into nature.

A gentle breeze blew past Mrs. Greengrass, whose eyes were still glistening with tears. Her expression, however, was full of pride and self-satisfaction, a stark contrast to her tearful gaze.

Xiwen nodded gently to her, then stretched out his hand towards the gate of the villa's courtyard.

There was no one there, only air and a few petals blown down by the wind. It was unclear what Xiwen's actions represented.

The next moment, a blood-red jade pendant appeared before his eyes. As soon as the jade pendant appeared, it burst into flames. As it burned, the sky gradually darkened and became gloomy, as if thick black clouds were pressing down, trying to crush everything in the world into dust.

Amidst the gloom and howling winds, in a strange and eerie scene, a jade pendant made of blood suddenly emitted a scarlet ray, its tail disappearing into the air not far away, as if connecting to another world.

Xiwen's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at the abruptly broken red ray.

"Found you!"