"Everything is within my calculations."
The Raven's voice suddenly sounded, low and calm, as if explaining to Ian. It finally raised its head, red eyes sweeping over the battlefield, then slowly stretched out its left claw, sinking into the slurry.
"Glug."
The entire volcano fell silent.
The wails of the Dark Wizards froze, the movements of the Dementors halted, as if time had been paused. Only at the center of the lava, a pitch-black heart slowly sunk in.
This was the seventh material the Raven had cast in. The heart was as black as ink, covered with intricate golden patterns, still faintly pulsating as if, even after being removed from the body, it had never truly died. Without hesitation, the Raven cast it into the volcano, and the pitch-black slurry surged instantly, with dark golden light bursting forth from the depths.
"What!?"
Ian's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing nearly stopped.
He recognized this thing—the Heart of the Creator.
The Female Titan Claire had once shown him a distant past, the scene of Titans dividing the Creator. And now, the Raven actually cast the Creator's heart into the volcano!
It really had divided the Creator... even taking away Its heart!
The lava surged violently.
The heart slowly sank into the depths. Meanwhile, the bodies of the Dementors, after being destroyed by the Dark Wizards, seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, rushing toward the volcano's mouth.
"Is this... fuel?"
Ian's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.
The Raven not only used the souls of the Dark Wizards as nourishment for the forged creation, but even cast the perished Dementors into the volcano as part of the forging.
Increasing the extent of the volcanic eruption.
"Boom~"
The volcano boiled to the extreme, and the pitch-black slurry gradually turned into dark gold, standing out in this black-and-white world, an indescribable pressure emanating from within.
But this was still not enough.
The Raven spread its wings once more.
Dragging out more organs from the void—Titan's urinary system, bones shimmering with silver light, blood flowing with starlight, and even some still squirming flesh.
Nerve networks, memory glands... each brought with them some unspeakable significance. They were not ordinary materials but fundamental elements constituting "biological existence."
These organs, which should belong to different existences, were now being cast into the volcano one by one, like a mad Alchemist melting the most forbidden materials into one furnace.
"What are you doing?"
Ian was truly curious about the Raven's purpose.
The Raven did not speak.
It just continued to cast down these materials, as if conducting a sacred ritual.
The lava boiled more fiercely, its color gradually changing from dark gold to pure white, the hot light almost piercing through this black-and-white world. The ashen earth around the volcano's mouth began to crack, with countless fine fissures seeping with brilliant light streams, as if the object the entire volcano was nurturing was transforming into some higher-dimensional existence.
The Raven stood quietly at the edge.
Its red eyes unwaveringly watching the center of the slurry.
Finally—the lava calmed for a moment, then slowly parted, like curtains being drawn back by an invisible hand. At the peak of the light, a small figure floated up.
It was a baby!
The baby's skin was pale as snow, eyes tightly closed, chest gently rising and falling, breathing faint but real. He had no magic fluctuations, nor any traces of divine power.
Yet his very existence was enough to shake the heart. The light of the lava circulated around him, unable to scorch him in the slightest, instead entwining around his fingertips like a docile pet.
The Raven extended its wings.
Carefully lifting the baby.
"Success! I, Bird Lord, have succeeded!"
The Raven laughed heartily.
Flapping its wings, it flew into the dim heavens.
The black-and-white world.
At this moment, completely shattered.