"What an honor to meet you, mistress of Avalon, goddess who rules over night and death, Lady Morgan le Fay!" Ulysses looked at the witch hovering in the air without using magic, her whole body radiating powerful magical power and something else that inspired heartfelt awe. His voice trembled with excitement.
He pressed a hand to his chest, then bowed deeply.
The other thirty-eight members of the Dark Council also ignored Harry and the others now, pressing their hands to their chests and bowing to the woman they believed to be Morgan le Fay, or Morgana.
Harry and the others, meanwhile, looked bewildered and uncertain.
Harry did not know whether the stunning beauty in the air-he could still notice such things even at a time like this-was Morgana. But he sensed an extraordinarily powerful threat from her.
The Left Hand of Chaos and Calamity had even gone dormant, which was incredible. Even when facing Voldemort and Professor Babbling wielding the power of deities, the Left Hand of Chaos and Calamity had never reacted like this.
Morgana did not respond immediately. Instead, she raised both hands, a faint look of surprise appearing on her face. "This isn't my body..."
Her voice was as melodious as a lark's song.
"Yes, my lady. Your body is sealed in the Promised Land. We cannot break that seal, so we could only use this method to bring you back into the world," Ulysses said respectfully.
"Oh? Then what did you go to all this trouble for?" Morgana lowered her hands and looked at the Dark Council members surrounding her. "Eternal life?"
"We hope you will bestow your blessing upon us, my lady!" A keen light flashed in Ulysses's eyes.
The other thirty-eight stirred in unison, then spoke together. "Please bestow your blessing upon us, my