HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 117 - Submission.

[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]
Third Person POV

London.

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Astraea was alarmed by what she saw in front of her, for she had no idea how she had ended up there or what was happening, leaving her with a certain panic, as she had no control over anything at this moment.

All she could see ahead was what should have been London, transformed into a battlefield of ruins and destruction, as a battle she could never have imagined was unfolding—a clash between thousands of creatures fighting each other, while the sky was completely dark, with the sun casting only a faint light through the black clouds.

Explosions echoed continuously across the battlefield, a firebolt passing more than 500 meters from her. She quickly tried to shield herself from the massive attack, which shattered all the debris around her. She drew her wand and cast a shield to protect herself from the oncoming blasts.

After everything settled, and she managed to avoid being crushed by stones dozens of times her size, she sighed, a bit shaken, wondering how this could be happening and what those creatures were. She saw beings made of shadows fighting dragons, insects, beasts, ice creatures, giants, and other monsters in the distance. On the opposite side of the battlefield, similar creatures, though with different appearances as if cloaked in an even deeper darkness, were fighting against their own kin.

Astraea couldn't count the number of creatures; they covered the entire horizon, numbering in the millions. She looked around and saw bodies—Muggles and even wizards—fallen beside her, lying as if they were nothing compared to the raging battle around them.

'What is happening? How am I supposed to get out of here? Is this a mental attack? What kind of illusion is this?' She began to struggle internally as the battle abruptly paused before her, with all the creatures becoming motionless.

She watched them for a moment before those made of shadows began to turn toward her, while the others remained still. Then, Astraea saw everything. The shadow-like creatures began to stare at her, and all the fallen creatures began to rise, transforming into shadowy forms. She took a step back unconsciously, terrified, as more than a hundred thousand dark creatures stared at her.

The immense power emanating from them made Astraea tremble. She began to reconsider her own existence's importance; here, she felt like nothing more than an ant wanting to be as far away as possible from this place.

Suddenly, all the creatures began to move. A new shadow emerged, seemingly the leader, coming from the midst of them. It was smaller than the larger creatures but infinitely more powerful, and she felt the pressure just by being in its presence. Simply looking at it, the feeling of fear and despair gripped Astraea's heart as she recognized those purple eyes that had once stared at her from within that abyss.

Astraea had never felt so weak. She was paralyzed with fear, desperately wanting to escape, but her body no longer obeyed her.

"You truly dare to challenge me, mere human?" the creature's voice left Astraea with no ground to stand on.

"Please..." was all she managed to murmur, in despair.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere was tense in the Black mansion's sitting room. Bellatrix observed the interaction between her grandmother and Snape. Clearly, Bellatrix was furious with Snape as well, due to his audacity in making such a request. However, for some reason, Bellatrix also seemed worried about him and wanted to prevent what was about to unfold.

But it was already too late. Seeing the exchanged glances between the two, Bellatrix knew her grandmother was initiating a mental torture against Snape, something that Bellatrix herself feared, considering her grandmother's incredible magical abilities. It was no wonder Astraea held her position in the Black family after all these years and continued to defend the family within the magical community.