What exactly was that enormous shadow?
Was it an extraordinarily powerful ancient wizard, or some even older existence?
Gerald finally understood why Voldemort had accepted his claim to be a Divine Emissary so quickly. Tom Riddle himself had once had such an experience.
So when Gerald used the Thunder Technique and a Patronus to create similar miracles, Voldemort's subconscious had already done all the persuading Gerald needed.
Gerald had no time to dwell on it. Tom Riddle seemed to be in a terrible state within the memory.
His body began to shake violently. The enormous figure seemed to be trying to establish some sort of connection with him.
Countless hair-thin tendrils of black mist extended from the enormous figure, reaching toward Tom Riddle's soul along the ritual's channels of power.
Tom Riddle had clearly sensed the danger. Undisguised fear appeared on his face.
Then he actually forcibly terminated the ritual magic.
At that instant, an invisible force shook the entire basement violently. Every candle went out, and the silver bowl exploded into fragments.
Tom Riddle also paid a terrible price. His soul seemed to have suffered a backlash from the ritual.
Tom Riddle only managed to let out one agonized scream before he passed out.
At that moment, Gerald withdrew from the memory as well.
His consciousness returned to the Quiet Chamber, but his mind remained unsettled for a long time.
That enormous shadow, those eyes devoid of any emotion-it had all been far too real.
Ritual magic really is dangerous.
Even Tom Riddle, who had already been a young adult at the time, had struggled to contend with that enormous figure.
With his current level of magic, even with his fifth-layer Essence Refinement cultivation added in, his fate probably would not be much better than Tom's if he recklessly