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The fierce flames raged, devouring everything it touched.
The fire beasts were writhing in the flames, their claws, antennae, and tails flailing. The eggs of the eight-eyed spiders were all burnt to ashes, and even the spring water was evaporated.
Elwyn quickly rushed to the entrance of the tunnel, and when he turned back, he saw a shocking scene.
The entire space was filled with red light, thick smoke, and suffocating heat waves. Greedy and ferocious fire beasts formed by the evil flames were pouncing on him …
Elwyn turned around and continued to run. As he ran, he used his magic wand to smash the rock wall. Rumble, rumble, rumble. Large pieces of rubble fell and blocked the tunnel.
Through the cracks in the rocks, he could still feel the rolling heat waves. In the rugged and winding cave, he did not know how far he had run. When the blazing heat disappeared and the cave became cool again, Elwyn was already drenched in sweat.
He sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
After resting for a few minutes, he noticed the abnormality in his surroundings. With the help of the dim fluorescent light, Elwyn saw that there seemed to be something drawn on the wall directly opposite him.
The ancient murals were very abstract, and many parts had been weathered and fallen off. In the mottled and broken picture, there was a magnificent altar rising from the ground. A masked Magus stood on top of it, raising his magic wand high, as if he was casting some spell.
In front of the altar was a deep pit, and it was filled with …
Ivan got up and leaned forward. Then, he sucked in a breath of cold air. In the picture, he saw that the deep pit was filled with humans. They lay there with hideous expressions on their faces, looking at the sky in despair. There were faint dotted lines drawn above their heads.
Elwyn knew that these dotted lines represented souls.
Their souls were being stripped from their bodies, absorbed by the Dark Magus on the altar, and gathered here to help him complete an unknown evil spell.
Elwyn could not help but shiver. This was too terrifying. He could not imagine what kind of black magic would require the souls of so many people.
Even if he wanted to create a soul tool, he only needed to kill one person.
The inside of the tunnel was gloomy. Without the warm breeze brought by the hot spring, the temperature was obviously much lower than in the cave outside. One could even see the mist coming out of one's own breath. Only then did Elwyn realize that he was several hundred feet underground.
He lifted his wand forward, and the fluorescent light dispelled the darkness, illuminating a passage that had not been traversed in centuries.
The floor was covered in dust, and the marble walls on both sides were full of cracks.
Just like the one in front of Elwyn, the marble was carved with cruel and evil murals. After the baptism of time, most of the murals had become incomplete. A few of the marble slabs had even fallen to the ground, leaving only traces of damage caused by the eight-eyed spider.
Looking at these ancient murals, Elwyn had an illusion.
He was not in the lair of the eight-eyed spider, Aragok, but in a mysterious ancient ruin.
Fear spread in the darkness, as if something bad would happen at any time.
Elwyn raised his guard and walked forward with his wand in hand. As he walked, he carefully observed the surrounding walls. The murals on them were more cruel and evil than the last.
Death was not the end, but only the beginning. In front of the same altar, a hooded Dark Sorcerer was casting different sorcery. He used different methods to torture the living, forcefully splitting their souls, instilling them back, and then being split again.
Apart from that, his test subjects included all kinds of non-human magical creatures.
There were powerful Fire Dragons, Unicorns, Chimera beasts, fairies, house-elves, centaurs, but most of them were ancient creatures that Elwyn had never seen before.
The style of the murals was abstract and twisted. The content of each mural was exceptionally strange. The Dark Sorcerer took different parts from them, such as the heart of a Fire Dragon, the blood of a Unicorn …
After looking at countless murals, Elwyn suddenly realized that these pictures depicted the casting steps of a complicated black magic, including the preparation of the casting materials.
He increased his speed and walked forward, wanting to see what kind of spell it was.
At the end of the tunnel, the most important murals were destroyed. Broken stones were scattered on the ground, and there were only marks of the Eight-Eyed Spider's claws scratching the green marble. It was impossible to see what spell the Dark Sorcerer had used.
Elwyn approached the wall and touched it with his hand. He could vaguely make out that inside the gorgeous altar, all the souls that the Dark Sorcerer had collected were slowly rotating in mid-air, forming a circular whirlpool that flashed with a strange silver light.
On the murals, these souls were wailing, roaring, twisting, screaming …
They were instilled into a strange object from top to bottom.
He did not know what it was. He could only see a blurry spherical ball with countless thin lines spinning around it, as if something was trying to drill out from it.
As far as he could remember, no magical creature would look like this.
Apart from that, another strange thing was that the Dark Sorcerer that had been appearing all this time was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea where he was casting the spell.
Elwyn did not think too much about it. Perhaps he was in one of the murals that he could no longer recognize.
The question now was, what was the Dark Sorcerer trying to do on the murals? Did his evil black magic succeed in the end?
Also, why would these murals appear in Hogwarts's Forbidden Forest?
Elwyn took two steps forward and thought of the hidden owner of the low whisper. What did it have to do with these murals?
A gust of cold wind blew and interrupted Elwyn's thoughts. At the end of the tunnel, the ancient murals and ruins disappeared again. In front of Elwyn was a huge pit.
He quickly stopped and saw Aragok floating in the center of the pit.
Wait a minute, how could it float in the air?
No matter how strong the black magic was, it could not have changed it like this.
Elwyn increased the brightness of his wand to illuminate the entire space. Only then did he see that there was a huge spider web in front of him. The thin spider silk was firmly stuck to the rough rock wall and coiled into a huge hemispherical spider web. Aragok, who was the size of a small elephant, was lying in the middle of the spider web.
Under the huge spider web, gusts of cold wind blew out from the bottomless pit, but the spider web didn't even shake in the slightest.
Elwyn raised his wand. Just as he was hesitating whether to go over or not, he heard Aragok's old and weak voice.
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