In that instant—
Voldemort became them.
The boy he once tormented.
The girl he condemned.
The people he killed.
He felt everything.
Not as memories—
but as reality.
Fear.
Helplessness.
Loneliness.
Pain.
Every suffering he had inflicted—
returned to him.
A thousandfold.
The Judgment
Under Lin Sen's will—
nothing could be hidden.
Every crime.
Every act.
Every broken life.
All replayed—
within a single second.
His pride?
Shattered.
His will?
Crushed.
The Dark Lord—
was reduced to something small.
Pathetic.
Begging.
Collapse
Lin Sen watched silently.
No anger.
No hatred.
Only judgment.
When the final fragment of suffering ended—
He withdrew his will.
A soft sound.
Like a bubble bursting.
Voldemort's soul—
collapsed.
Shattered into black fragments—
and drifted away.
Gone.
Nagini fell.
Lifeless.
The End of a Tyrant
Tom Riddle.
The Dark Lord.
A nightmare that haunted the world for decades—
was erased.
Completely.
Not defeated.
Erased.
The Final Plea
A faint whisper remained:
"I… don't want to die…"
After everything—
this was all he had left.
Fear.
Lin Sen looked at him calmly.
"Death is not the end."
"It is the price."
The Flame
He raised his hand.
This time—
no destruction.
No ice.
Only—
a small white flame.
Quiet.
Gentle.
Sacred.
The Flame of Purification.
Cleansing
The flame drifted forward—
and touched the soul.
No screams.
No struggle.
Only—
peace.
The hatred faded.
The madness dissolved.
The soul—
became pure.
Then—
it disappeared.
The Last Horcrux
The flame spread to Nagini.
No burning.
Only disintegration.
Scale.
Flesh.
Bone.
All returned to harmless energy.
Within moments—
nothing remained.
Gone
Nobody.
No soul.
No trace.
Voldemort—
was gone.
Forever.
Dawn
Lin Sen turned.
The golden barrier faded—
into drifting light.
And then—
the sun rose.
A single ray of dawn—
broke through the darkness.
It fell upon him.
Behind him—
a frozen, ruined battlefield.
Before him—
a living castle.
He stood between them.
Like a line between hell and hope.
Victory
Silence.
Then—
someone cried.
Then many.
Then—
cheers.
"We won!"
The war—
was over.
Reverence
One by one—
wands were raised.
"To Lin Sen!"
Voices echoed.
All houses.
All people.
United.
In awe.
A New Era
The story spread across the world.
The meteors.
The frozen hell.
The judgment.
One name remained:
Lin Sen.
No longer a genius.
No longer a legend.
But something more.
Aftermath
At the ceremony—
He was honored above all.
Leaders came—
not to speak—
but to witness.
He accepted calmly.
Then refused power.
"I have no interest in ruling."
"I seek only the unknown."
Justice
Debate arose—
how to judge the captured Death Eaters.
Law?
Or punishment?
Neither satisfied.
Then—
the doors opened.
Lin Sen entered.
Silence followed.
He spoke simply:
"Lengthy trials allow lies."
"Harsh revenge breeds injustice."
"So we will do neither."
A pause.
"For true justice—"
"I will judge them myself."
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