"Splash~"
The metallic black sand on the ground began to stir, as if drawn by a mysterious force, surging upward in an endless flow.
Like a roaming dragon.
It flowed like liquid, clinging to the lines etched by the silver radiance from Ian's Patronus Charm, with the silver sheen causing its black hue to continuously change.
"Oh, my Merlin's diapers..."
Despite some mental preparation, Ian was stunned by the scene before him, his eyes wide as copper bells filled with disbelief.
He wasn't overreacting.
Anyone witnessing this would share his expression!
This was truly breathtaking!
The silver radiance of the Patronus Charm and the omnipresent black sand on the ground sketched out a magnificent spectacle before him within mere moments!
"Where is this?!"
In Ian's eyes, a gradually completed city was reflected.
Yes, a city.
As the sand flowed.
It accumulated along the lines of the walls forming solid bulwarks, spreading along the street lines creating smooth roads—initially resembling an enormously magnified sand painting, yet everything transformed instantly, vivid and lifelike under the influence of black sand and silver radiance.
The pointed roofs of the houses seemed to pierce the clouds, the high walls of the castle appeared imposing and dignified, even the blood moon in the sky seemed to be covered by the ethereal black sand, turning into a crimson sun.
"The power of time..."
Ian detected a familiar essence.
He looked around.
He was standing in a place seemingly turned vibrant.
As the city took shape, the surrounding black desert seemed affected by this mysterious power, and became less lifeless and barren. Subtle changes began to occur in the desert, some vegetation started to root and sprout at the city's edge, adding vitality and life.
Of course.
Ian knew well.
Neither the emerging city around nor the sprouting plants were real entities; merely echoes from the past.
The shimmering river and the bustling streets alive with voices, all were scenes built by black sand and silver radiance.
From the past.
Reflecting the history into this future.
"The Land of the Dead?"
Ian had once experienced such an immersive feeling in Albus Dumbledore's memory, but it felt somewhat different; he was not viewing a stored memory.
It was some power.
Parting time's curtain for him.
Thus.
Allowing him a fleeting glance into a past unknown, a vibrant city that left Ian uncertain whether it was a real realm within the Misty Illusion Realm.
"Marvelous magic."
Ian still couldn't understand why the Patronus Charm reacted with the black desert in the Misty Illusion Realm; he just felt that this scene might be of great importance to him.
Looking up.
The sky above remained extremely dark, except that the blood moon had been replaced by the crimson sun, yet the crimson sun failed to illuminate the surrounding dark sky.
Fissures, like wounds, strewn across the sky as if torn open by something, while the crimson sun strained to illuminate everything.
However.
Despite recklessly expending its remaining energy, casting scalding sunlight over every corner of the ground, the gloom and darkness of the sky remained unshaken. Like the last gleam of hope before apocalypse, visible in the terrified expressions of people looking skyward from the streets.
The city is falling.
The scorching sunlight failed to illuminate the sky but indeed baked the earth, steam rising from the river, taking countless lives.
The towering structure in the ancient city's center emitted blue light, a power of magic helping the city's people survive the dreadful calamity.
However.
Like the sun seemingly fighting to the death above, the tower protecting the nation also could not endure much longer, Ian felt the time around him seemed to accelerate.
"It's dimming."
Ian could clearly see the tower's light fading, magic's pulses weakening, like an elderly person nearing their final moments.
Many figures appeared atop the tower, seemingly to extend its last breath. Yet, the successive blurred figures could only reignite the tower's fleeting glow.
"It's the Legendary Wizards..."
Ian's gaze seemingly met those indistinct figures atop the tower, feeling the power within them familiar to him.
A power he had not yet grasped, capable of overturning and influencing fate to some degree, yet unable to stop the catastrophic event brought by the mysterious calamity.
The sun ultimately went out.
Taking with it the tower sheltering the entire nation, and those valiant legendary figures... they faced something even more terrifying as countless meteorites fell from the sky engulfed in massive flames.