Grindelwald emerged from the shadows beneath the High Tower, becoming a man in the Wizarding Kingdom whom no one knew or acknowledged, yet who influenced the workings of this world from behind the scenes.
"Impossible," Wanda denied. "You're the Wizard King's enemy. How could he..."
"You're wrong, Wanda." Grindelwald raised a finger and wagged it. "We are not enemies."
"Make magic great again."
Grindelwald's gaze passed over Wanda and settled on the gaunt, white-haired figure.
"This world needs the Wizard King, just as it needs Grindelwald."
"In your world, there are Superheroes. But in this world, Muggles and Wizards are nowhere near so harmonious."
In a cruel yet calm voice, Grindelwald said, "Outsiders must die."
The biting wind brushed against her face.
Wanda did not know why, but sorrow welled up in her heart.
She looked at the Wizard King and asked, "Why is he still asleep?"
"Asleep?" Grindelwald laughed.
"You're wrong."
"He has already awakened."
"In that eternal paradise."
Eternal paradise?
Where was that?
"Dreams."
Grindelwald walked toward the Throne. "The three heads of a Runespoor."
"The Planner, the Dreamwalker, and the Critic."
He ran a finger across the Throne. "The Planner sits high upon the Throne, becoming a vessel that holds magic."
"The Critic died before he was born, his life cut short before it began."
"The Dreamwalker has no body. He cannot touch reality, cannot die, and wanders through everyone's dreams."
Grindelwald stopped beside the Throne, looking both like a servant at a king's side and a ruler standing behind the scenes.
His eyes swept over Wanda in the darkness, their meaning inscrutable.
"The Stars tried to rouse their king."
"But they were wrong."
Grindelwald paused, then said, "The sleeping king does not wish to wake."
"Why?" Ever since Wanda had arrived, she had found nothing