The Noctiphany Terror •Tom Riddle•
In a world where hope was no longer whispered, where its faint flicker had been long gone, the very word felt like an echo too fragile to survive on the lips of those who lived. Doom lurked, an unstoppable force creeping closer with every second, every breath, and every heartbeat.
Grindelwald's actions had become impossible to ignore, a suffocating shadow stretching across continents. His followers carried his dark doctrine, spreading fear and despair under the disguise of a twisted promise: the greater good.
But even as this nightmare held the world captive, a darker storm stirred. A wizard, colder and crueller than any before him, moved in silence, his magic more sinister than ambition could explain.
War after war, death after death. How much longer could the world endure? Happiness seemed to be hunted to extinction, leaving behind only darkness.
Yet the beginnings always carried a deceptive sweetness, when ignorance was blissful and the weight of reality lay hidden beyond misty veils. When the Ministry, in its hollow grandeur, preached promises of safety it could never keep.
Until one day when it would all crumble into nothing but pure darkness.
The Daily Prophet - THE NOCTIPHANY TERROR STRIKES AGAIN!
'Another dozen innocent lives were extinguished in a brutal massacre! The streets of the village are painted crimson, a gruesome river that mocks the very idea of safety. The bodies scattered and twisted paint a scene so vile it defies any description.
The Ministry of Magic remains silent, offering just a hollow reassurance that "an investigation is underway". One question remains: Who is the monster behind the silver mask?
