There were still four hours until dawn.
Many people would get no sleep that night.
Young John was one of them.
The fleeing Obscurus had left him a challenge.
After losing his friend, John needed to vent the fire smoldering in his chest.
He followed the trail the Obscurus had left, leaving the school and crossing the Black Lake.
The Black Lake Spirit carried him across on its tentacles.
He caught sight of the person who had left.
Meri, possessed by Black Sky, watched the young man approach.
He was someone who could reshape the world.
But the Wizard King, who had not even appeared before ordinary people yet, was still young and inexperienced.
Black hair, reddish-brown eyes.
The young Wizard King seemed to have always been that way-a calm person.
There was no telling what Meri was thinking.
Was she thinking that this man would be the starting point of the Lost Wizards' miserable lives, or about the ambition beneath the Wizard King's youthful exterior?
Black Sky stirred restlessly inside her.
Earlier, his lack of a body had left him weak enough for John to capture.
Now that he had a physical body, he could unleash his tremendous power to his heart's content.
If he possessed the Wizard King's body, he would become immensely powerful.
"I'm in a very bad mood." John looked at Meri and slowly drew his wand. "You picked a bad time."
"What should I do, Martin?" Meri asked.
"We should make him mend his ways," Black Sky said.
John narrowed his eyes. "Are you ignoring me?"
A flash of white light followed his question.
The Blasting Curse struck without a moment's pause.
Black smoke enveloped Meri, and a horrifying gap blasted open in it.
Meri's pupils contracted. "Is this the Wizard King's power?"
She had