The moment the silver door appeared—
a vast, overwhelming pressure descended upon the battlefield.
Everything… went silent.
Voices stopped.
Spells halted mid-cast.
Movements froze.
Even the chaotic magic in the air—
submitted.
All eyes turned.
And from that door—
a figure stepped out.
Dressed in black.
Calm.
Composed.
Eyes like a star-filled abyss.
Lucian Thornwick.
Behind him—
Hermione.
Fleur.
Daphne.
Cho.
Luna.
Like flowers blooming in a battlefield of death.
"Lu… Lucian?!"
Hope exploded among the Order.
But among the Death Eaters—
fear.
Lucius trembled.
That monster… from the graveyard…
Voldemort stared.
Hatred.
Fear.
Recognition.
A Casual Miracle
Lucian didn't even look at them.
His gaze drifted—
to Sirius.
Falling.
Toward death.
He raised a hand.
A simple gesture.
And—
Sirius stopped.
Not abruptly.
Not violently.
Gently.
Like being caught by an invisible hand.
He was pulled back.
Slowly.
Safely.
From death—
to life.
Landed beside Lupin.
Just like that.
The Confrontation
Only then—
did Lucian look at Voldemort.
Silence.
Absolute.
Then—
he spoke.
"Since you're here…"
"…none of you are leaving."
Calm.
Casual.
Final.
Mockery
Bellatrix burst into laughter.
"Who do you think you are?!"
"We leave whenever we want!"
Others joined.
Trying to drown fear in noise.
Lucian didn't react.
Didn't even look at her.
He raised a finger.
New Spell
Objective: Absolute area lockdown
Method: Rewrite spatial laws
Spell Name:
[Spatial Lockdown]
He traced a line in the air.
No light.
No explosion.
Just—
a shift.
The air thickened.
Space… changed.
Then—
a faint click echoed in everyone's soul.
Like a lock closing.
Panic
Bellatrix tried to Apparate.
Nothing happened.
Lucius tried.
Failed.
All of them—
failed.
"No… impossible…"
They were trapped.
Like insects in amber.
Even Voldemort—
couldn't break it.
For the first time—
real fear appeared in his eyes.
Lucian lowered his hand.
"You're not going anywhere."
Pause.
"Judgment begins."
One Against All
He stepped forward.
Alone.
"Kill him!"
Spells erupted.
Dozens—
from every direction.
A storm of death.
Lucian kept walking.
Unharmed.
Every spell—
bent.
Missed.
Deflected.
As if reality itself refused to touch him.
"Impossible…!"
Too late.
He was already there.
A flick of his hand—
One Death Eater was sent flying, bound midair.
A snap—
another's wand turned into a snake.
A glance—
Lucius was pinned to the ground.
A point—
one attacker froze inside solidified air.
This wasn't a battle.
It was—
eradication.
Effortless.
Precise.
Unstoppable.
Lucian moved through them like a phantom.
Or a dancer.
Each step—
another enemy fell.
Behind him—
a field of defeated Death Eaters.
Ahead—
only one remained.
Voldemort.
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