Chapter 31

High-level transfiguration can often imbue a lifeless object with an entirely different spirituality, a lesson Abel had learned from Voldemort.

The battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore in his previous life had given him a glimpse into the immense power of combining transfiguration with elemental magic. The Fiendfyre acted almost like a living creature, a spinning water cell of flames. Compared to other wizards, even Aurors, that level of magic was in a league of its own.

In fact, Abel's own endeavors mirrored this principle. One of his strongest techniques in his previous life had been the powerful combination of flame magic, transfiguration, and fire-making curses.

Though his magical power in this life had not yet fully recovered, he could still replicate about 20 to 30% of his previous capabilities by utilizing ordinary fire curses and small-scale combinations of transfiguration techniques.

As he continued to dodge the attacks from the two dark church members, Abel danced around them, the high temperatures of the flames surrounding him causing them to feel as if they were trapped in an oven. They soon began to suffer severe burns; the scorching air they breathed seared their respiratory tracts, making it increasingly difficult to breathe and gradually leading to unconsciousness.

Seeing this, Abel felt no mercy. He swung his wand forward, and the fire crows immediately descended upon the two dark church members, enveloping them in flames and reducing them to ash.

Once he had dispatched the four dark church believers, Abel noticed that the space around him was slowly returning to normal. Three passageways appeared before him: one led outside the building, another was entwined with the overwhelming power of the dark dimension—likely leading to the dimensional crack—and the last radiated a familiar magical aura. Abel deduced that Victor might be at the end of the third passage.

After a moment's consideration, he raised his wand with his right hand and whispered, "Point Me! Victor!"

At that moment, Abel was uncertain about the dimensional crack. If he rushed into one and found Dormammu on the other side, he would likely become Dormammu's servant with little chance of escaping alive.

Thus, it was wiser to find Victor first; the two of them could face the danger together.

The wand quickly pointed toward the third passage like a compass. With wand in hand, Abel quickly made his way into it. Before long, he arrived at an exit imbued with dark dimension power. The space shimmered, forming a barrier thick enough to block sight from the outside, while Victor on the inside remained unaware of where the entrance was.

Stepping back four or five meters, Abel hesitated for only a moment. His wand trembled, its tip transforming into a series of blue and white sparks that shot toward the barrier like light threads, bursting forth in a display of blue and white fireworks.

The explosions rang out endlessly. Under the continuous bombardment of the Explosion Curse, a small entrance was finally blasted open. Abel could see the barrier healing itself rapidly; if he didn't enter immediately, it would soon absorb the dark dimension power and close once more.

Having already expended considerable magic in the earlier battle, he couldn't guarantee that he would have enough energy left to create another entrance in the crack. With urgency, he contracted his body and slipped through the opening, finding Victor on the other side engaged in combat.

"Evanescet sine vestigio!"

He cast the disillusionment charm to hide his presence and quietly moved forward.

Although Victor and the three dark church members sensed the explosion from Abel's entrance, they were too focused on their own fight to react, giving Abel the opportunity he needed.

Electricity crackled from Victor's hands as he shot bolts to fend off the three dark church members attacking him. He was already feeling the strain after having killed two earlier, and he was stretched thin.

At just sixteen or seventeen, Victor's magical skill was impressive, but it was still not enough. He wasn't a traveler like Abel, who had inherited vast knowledge and power. Despite being a genius, he was still young. He had managed to take down two members of the dark church, but the remaining opponents were still formidable.

Not one to be reckless, Victor began looking for a way to escape when he suddenly noticed a red line appearing on the neck of one of the dark church believers. Before he could process it, the believer's head fell to the ground, its body spurting blood.

At that moment, Abel's figure emerged from the void, becoming visible as the disillusionment charm automatically dissipated.

Having approached in secret, Abel had cast the most powerful dark magic he could manage. This magic was exceptionally subtle and vicious, producing no light or sound—making it an excellent assassination spell that complemented the disillusionment charm perfectly.

"Victor, you deal with one; I'll handle the other!"

"Okay!"

With Abel's arrival, Victor wasted no time. He unleashed two flames to drive one of the dark church members back, creating an opening. Abel waved his wand and summoned the gravel from the ground, hurling it at his opponent.

"Everte Statum!"

The dark church member, under relentless attacks, released a low growl as a massive black aura enveloped Abel.

However, at that moment, Abel waved his wand and a torrent of water erupted from it, quickly dispersing the black aura. The water formed a constantly rotating sphere, trapping the dark church member and suspending him above the ground, unable to escape.

The clear water, resembling a fountain, combined with transfiguration, allowed Abel to reproduce Dumbledore's technique that he had observed before.

Meanwhile, Victor managed to sever the head of his opponent, whose body looked as if it were made of lava. He immediately chanted a spell, releasing two bolts of lightning that struck Abel's water prison.