(Timeline: the day of the Battle of Hogwarts, when Edward was sucked into the Mirror of Erised)
The vortex shuddered violently. The outer ring of smoke was drawn into the mirror bit by bit, and the shadow inside grew increasingly frenzied. Just as the last wisp vanished, Edward's spirituality abruptly sounded a fierce warning, and an image of the mirror shattering flashed through his mind.
Boom!
The mirror shattered.
Before Edward could react, the smoke pouring out swallowed him, plunging him into darkness.
"Edward!!"
Grindelwald's voice seemed to come from far away, yet also seemed right beside his ear, but Edward could see nothing.
He could only keep casting defensive spells on himself, waiting for those shadow monsters to attack.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
The anticipated attack never came, but the dense smoke before him slowly began to disperse.
Whoosh!
Edward felt a weight settle in his arms as a little ball of fur leaped into them-it was Lilith.
"Edward!"
"I'm fine."
He gently stroked the fur on Lilith's back with one hand, keeping his wand clenched in the other, ready to cast a spell at any moment.
Several more minutes passed before the smoke finally cleared and his vision returned to normal.
Edward discovered that he was no longer in the basement of Nurmengard. He stood atop a dilapidated, abandoned building, surrounded by deserted houses, collapsed walls, and weed-choked ground. Rows of high-rises stood in the distance-likewise reduced to ruined walls, long abandoned.
"Where is this?"
"Edward."
Lilith tipped her head back, unease in her eyes. "Miss Lilith doesn't like this place."
"Neither do I."
The monster in that basement had seemingly belonged to the Devil Pathway, so after the smoke swallowed him, Edward had thought he would return to the Lord of Mysteries World. Yet the