Imina strode forward with the confident click of her brown high-heeled boots, her long legs crossing the courtyard with purpose. Without so much as a greeting, she sat down across from Lyle and sla...
2025-05-12 17:29:32 +0000 UTC View PostIn the outermost ring of the Central Residential District sat a two-courtyard home.
The building was an intriguing blend of Byzantine and European architectural styles. Though the house itse...
By the time Lyle left the workshop, his pouch was a good deal heavier—an extra 100 gold coins jingled at his side. Combined with his previous earnings, his savings now totaled 700 gold.
Th...
Lizzie's Workshop.
A modest but renowned alchemy shop run by the Bareare family, specializing in all kinds of healing potions.
Unfortunately, business hadn't been great lately.
"It was a scroll."
The rasping, grating voice of the Alliance Master broke the silence, like fingernails across metal, as he listened to the account of his subordinate's demise.
"A sc...
Lyle stepped onto the crumbling stone steps of the ruined temple, stopping beside the corpse of Khajit. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, thick and tinged with rot.
Khajiit's decapi...
Lyle stared at the information revealed by the appraisal spell, his brows rising in surprise as his eyes flickered with intrigue.
"If this magic artifact was man-made, then fine," he muttere...
Khajiit's disbelieving, shrill voice echoed through the graveyard, his face twisting into an expression of pure terror.
In the distance.
Six fiery Archangels radiated blinding light, ...
Two Flame Archangels?!
The confident smile vanished from Khajiit's face, replaced by a frown of genuine concern.
Two? That's not right. He had assumed the summoning of dual Guardian A...
In an instant!
A pulse of overwhelming magical energy burst out from around Khajiit, forming a wave of pure negative energy that swept outward in every direction like a shockwave of death.
The first thing to emerge from the underground tunnel was the smooth, bald head of Khajiit. The necromancer's cold gaze swept past the gaps in the surrounding zombies, staring directly toward the o...
2025-05-12 17:24:45 +0000 UTC View PostBang! Bang!
Two bursts of white light flared to life.
Twin Guardian Angels wielding long spears materialized at Lyle's sides, their forms glowing with divine radiance.
"Khajiit...
Ghosts—remnants of deceased witches and wizards—are the final traces they leave in the realm of the living.
They can still speak, walk, and move about freely.
But because they cho...
Eighth Floor, Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts Castle
"Albus… what should I do?" Professor McGonagall's voice trembled. "I was the one who took her and her parents to Diagon Alley. I was ther...
The moment the Killing Curse was unleashed, Ino instinctively dove into the sanctuary.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Fawkes, but having just fought Voldemort, the sight of that green, death...
Wizards are often driven by emotion.
Their deep regard for feelings, their willingness to invest in them, makes them remarkably sensitive—and at times, even irrational.
This trait a...
There seems to be only one constant in the world: everything changes.
If there were truly something unchanging, it would be that nothing ever stays the same.
At Professor McGonagall's...
"Professor! Please, just hear me out—this really isn't necessary."
Inside a spotless, ten-square-meter hospital room, Ino sat upright on the bed, voicing his final protest to Professor McG...
When all was said and done, and the chaos gradually gave way to silence,
The snow, too, ceased its delicate waltz.
At some unknown moment, it quietly withdrew from the stage of Hogsmeade.
...
Hogsmeade Village
One hundred feet above ground
The moment Voldemort sensed the aura of annihilation, he instinctively attempted to Apparate away.
But as expected, Amelia's pre...
The fierce battle in the sky raged on.
But whether it was Professor McGonagall or Mad-Eye Moody on the ground, neither knew how to intervene, even with their wands in hand.
It was a m...
On the winding path to Hogsmeade—
Professor McGonagall's expression turned visibly rigid the moment she spotted a familiar figure hovering in the distant sky.
There was no mistaking...
During the Christmas holidays, Hogsmeade was usually calm and peaceful.
But today felt... different.
Sure, snow was a common sight this time of year, but it rarely fell so heavily—a...
Hogwarts, During the Holiday Break
Even though many students had chosen to visit Hogsmeade, the castle remained unusually lively.
Gryffindor Common Room
With a flash of orange-...
Hogsmeade, wrapped in a faint chill, was gently blanketed by the snowflakes that had suddenly begun to fall.
High above, the drifting snow drew Mad-Eye Moody's gaze to the sky.
"You t...
The Christmas Ball had lasted until midnight.
Though dancing was no small exertion, the young witches and wizards of Hogwarts seemed to carry around their own supply of energy potions. Even ...
The dormitory was quiet.
Rick was still tirelessly unwrapping presents, the constant rustle of tearing paper echoing softly in the room.
But Ino had lost all interest in opening gifts...
Inside a dormitory piled high with Christmas gifts—
As the Boggart slithered back into the shadows, Ino's tense expression gradually softened.
The parcel wasn't cursed or hexed as h...
A dimly lit chamber.
Snape sat silently at the desk. Compared to human hearts, he trusted potions more.
Just like that night, fifteen years ago.
Godric's Hollow.
Everyth...
"Oh my…"
Hermione covered her mouth, letting out a soft gasp of delight.
Inside a four-inch gift box lay a set of jewelry shimmering with the gentle glow of moonlight.
The fi...