Nicolas Flamel held a small vial of potion that glittered like a galaxy, his expression conflicted.
He was still hesitating over whether to give it to Grindelwald.
"Gellert, have you really... thought this through? It can briefly restore you to your prime, but the pain... surpasses anything in this world.
"Not even the Cruciatus Curse compares, because it mingles the soul and the flesh.
"In the few recorded cases, no one could withstand the pain. Their... ends... were utterly horrific!"
Gellert smiled and reached out to take the vial straight from Nick's hand. He examined it, then raised it toward Nick.
"Some things stand above life and death, above ideals, above everything. Don't they?"
Without the slightest hesitation, he poured the potion into his mouth.
The next second, Gellert suddenly doubled over, coughing violently. It was clear that he was doing everything he could to suppress the pain.
The miraculous potion took effect. The wrinkles covering his face smoothed away, his skin grew firm and clear again, and his gaunt cheeks slowly filled out.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he became that handsome, spirited blond man again.
Looking at the face he had once seen in his memories, Nicolas Flamel asked softly,
"Are you all right?"
"Better than ever-" Grindelwald smiled. He flexed his fists as strength surged endlessly through his body. His mismatched eyes turned toward the battlefield and soon located Zhang Xiao.
"I still need a wand."
Sixteen...
Zhang Xiao gulped down breath after breath. Before he could recover, a massive wooden club swept toward him with crushing wind pressure and an eerie howl.
Cursing inwardly, he could only push off hard with both feet and leap into the air, but the surrounding Death Eaters and Dark Wizards had been waiting for exactly