The Wandering Devil
Chapter: 32
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(War and Worlds)
-{Voldemort}-
He was scathing, more than usual. As a feeling of unrestrained greed burst in his chest. One that hadn't appeared for some many years. One that made him want to lash out with his magic.
He rewound the pensive memory that had been given to him, watching the red arcs of power obliterate all of Dumbledore's experiments on it.
One of his secret informants had helpfully provided him with the aftermath of the strange powerful magic the boy had used.
Voldemort had been curious as to why the shaken informant had considered it important that he waste his time on it, but he was admittedly glad he had decided to check before torturing his informant for his insolence.
This magic.
He wanted it, no. He needed it. This magic was it.
This child has quickly proven himself to be more than expected. He had found it amusing at first really. An undoubtedly powerful youth being so quickly labelled a dark Lord.
Then this child quickly proved his strength as more gathered to his cause, he had decided to let the boy build a reputation before showing him true power and recruiting him. Perhaps even as an apprentice with the great promise he showed.
It would have boosted his reputation as a True Dark Lord.
The situation had changed. The boy had shown himself to be an equal. A term he hated. His broken mind sent a lance of rage through him, the strain of having done so many rituals and sacrifices making itself known once more.
He wanted this magic. He wanted the boy. This was the clear path to becoming more, to becoming a God. Perhaps it was some sort of rare branch of magic or maybe even a Ritual. Whatever the case was, he needed the boy.
He didn't care about Dumbledore. He would become a mere nuisance if he could get his hands on this magic. That left a problem, the boy was powerful. Incredibly so.
Voldemort didn't know if he could be persuaded to lower his stature to join him. While Voldemort considered it a great honour for the boy to be his apprentice, he was sure that his young inexperienced mind wouldn't see it that way.
Another problem was no one knew anything regarding him. He had popped up, shown his magical might and from that seemingly began building his existence.
Everyone seemed to only know everything past the Ministry attack.
Whatever the case. He was back and even his mind, as damaged as it was. Was more focused than it had been since he had started the more… intense rituals.
He had sent his army of Death Eaters on mass raids. He had been too passive, to articulate.
A breath was drawn, his red glowing eyes glinting dangerously. His admittedly monstrous amount of magic subconsciously drawing forth and making the informant sweat profusely.
A haze of dark purple energy surrounded his body like an aura, occasionally crackling with bolts of energy that danced around him.
"You have done well." He said, his tone pleased.
He let out a sigh of relief.
"You shall be rewarded, what reward do you seek?" He questioned.
The informant buzzed. "Galleons, my lord."
Voldemort looked down at him boredly, as if disappointed. "The chance for anything from the most powerful Dark Lord in existence and you ask for mere coins. The rare types of magics, information and spells you could have requested to learn. Gone, because you want Galleons. No wonder this world is so weak."
The informant shook, wondering if he had made the wrong choice.
A large sack of Galleons appeared, practically overflowing.
"Go, rat. Take your pay and leave." He said, as if disgusted by his lack of ambition.
He stared at the image of the crimson haired boy.
'Breeds like us are truly rare.' He thought, as plans formed in his mind.
The war was now in full throttle.
-{Lord Abbott}-
Lord Abbott breathed hard, sending a glance towards his child and scared wife.
The cold air of night that rushed through the smashed walls clung heavily to him as he stared up at the many Death Eater's.
He winced, the sharp continuous jolts of pain wracking his body making it hard to focus.
The Death Eater in charge strolled up to him, wand raised.
He didn't bother fighting.
It was done.
This scene had happened to other families before and he was too mature to hold out hope. He had been indecisive and too cheap on the ward renewals around the mansion.
"What a mess." A calm voice said, and that was the only warning they all had.
A large explosion blinded his vision and he felt himself yanked. He quickly found himself, and the rest of his family on floating platforms. That didn't waste any time flying outside the mansion.
He glanced up and his heart practically burst as he was greeted by the crimson-haired Dark Lord.
His heart further jumped when he saw his two long-time friends. His message had gotten through in time.
"Theodric, are you okay?" Reginald asked, looking over his beaten form worriedly.
Lady Greengrass fussed over his wife and child, his body slackening as all he did was stare at the relaxed Dark Lord.
Honestly, he was ready to swear loyalty here and now. Some may even say he's eager too.
He could only wonder what was going through the Dark Lord's head as he coldly stared over the remnants of the once-homely mansion that had stood tall for generations.
-{Zephyrion Gremory}-
My wizarding magic was improving.
I mean, it didn't seem like much but I was levitating multiple transfigured pieces of wood. I thought it was cool.
I wondered if I could make a floating fortress of some kind? Not for any use but because honestly it sounded cool too. I was in a childish mood. I didn't get much of these weird sporadic moods much of late.
While I was thinking about how cool a walking fortress powered by my demonic power would be, the many Death Eater's recovered. The many Death Eaters recovered quickly, too quickly.
There were nine of them. They hesitated at the sight of me.
"We have no business with you, leave." The leader said.
"You have business with me now." I replied, I considered giving them a chance to leave but honestly I didn't want to waste my breath. It was kind of cold considering it was night.
Their hesitation only lasted a moment as they tried to push by attacking first. They didn't yell, didn't posture. They just moved with their wands raised, spells firing like they'd trained for this exact moment.
"Confringo!"
"Reducto!"
"Bombarda Maxima!"
"Glacius Duo!"
"Diffindo Maxima!"
"Relashio!"
"Carpe Retractum!"
A shower of spells rained, both bright and dangerous spells flew through the air. A massive web of magical force arced toward us. They weren't messing around. They were trained and coordinated.
I snapped up my left hand
A dome of layered magical energy expanded in a flash, shielding Abbott and the others. The large platform I had created, cracked beneath the pressure.
Sparks flew as impact after impact slammed into it.
Our vision was simultaneously blocked by the massive shower of magic slamming into the barrier with large explosions and other strange spells slamming against the surface.
"What do we do?" Reginald questioned.
I looked up above the barrier curiously, raising my other hand and I summoned a truly massive stream of water that shot up at an insane speed. It shot up and gravity took its hold, making it fall in the general direction of the Death Eater's.
Four of them decidedly broke from attacking and formed a large magical shield above them.
I didn't drop the barrier as pieces of the broken building came up, with some difficulty I whispered a transfiguration spell and formed massive spikes of wood. I further attempted to turn them into steel but failed.
My hand flicked, the wooden spikes being sent into their direction.
They reacted quickly.
"Incendio Maxima!" one shouted, setting the air ablaze between them. A wall of fire ignited midair, catching two of the spikes and turning them to ash before impact.
Another flicked his wand upward. "Arresto Momentum!"
The remaining spikes slowed dramatically mid-flight, momentum stolen.
A third Death Eater stepped forward and cast, "Oppugno!"
The slowed spikes twisted unnaturally and were thrown back toward me with a violent crack of redirected magic.
A blast of wind split the rebounding spikes away from me.
I dropped the barrier, allowing both Reginald and his wife to start firing back with surprising skill.
Reginald fired first, his spell slamming into the stone at the feet of one Death Eater.
His wife followed up immediately. "Incarcerous!"
Thick magical ropes shot forward, weaving through the smoke of the blast.
The Death Eater barely had time to slash them away with a cutting curse.
Reginald advanced with his spells.
She launched a silent stunner that clipped the target's side. Not a direct hit, but enough to stagger him.
He broke off and cast a Blasting Curse at the ground near my feet.
My magic surged out.
A wave of water erupted around me like a shield, twisting upward like a coiled snake before crashing forward at them. Three of the Death Eaters reacted immediately.
"Glacius Totalum!"
The wave froze instantly. A fourth cast a precise "Bombarda" at the base, breaking it into jagged shards. "Depulso!"
The ice exploded outward with hundreds of deadly sharp pieces hurtling back at me.
Not bad.
They were obviously cohesive as a team.
A barrier formed around us, easily protecting us from all of the debre.
Thin strands of fire lashed out like ropes. One caught a Death Eater's leg. He yelped, casting a water spell to counter.
My palm burst outward, air condensed and then exploded. He flew across the field, hit a tree, and didn't get up.
The rest pressed harder, working in tandem as they realised they weren't winning.
I had to admit, they were genuinely powerful and it was the teamwork they displayed that was keeping them in the fight.
All of them simultaneously aimed at me and let off powerful exploding charms that actually cracked my barrier. The explosion made the air vibrated as Reginald and everyone else on the floating platforms stumbled.
My eyes narrowed.
Demonic power gathered, a large amount of it.
They were all firmly within the middle-class which was an achievement for this world.
Still, it wasn't enough. There was a reason the High-class were considered powerhouses within my birth world. To my Devil side anyway.
Fire gathered and exploded out in a blinding blast that forced them to scatter. A massive explosion tore through the mansion easily and sent some of them sprawling.
Heat singed the air, making waves as a massive fire broke out. Quickly consuming the rest of the mansion.
My hand whipped out, blasting a recovering Death eater away. His legs skidding back as the shielding charm he hastily conjured shattered. He was only able to whip out one more spell.
The spell made a thick layer of frost appear on my large barrier, and he could only fall to the ground as I used a powerful stunner on him. The spell crackled out like a bolt of lightning instead of the normal spells they used.
That would be the influence of imagination magic.
My hand waved and a powerful shockwave made the quickly recovering Death Eater's fly back. Only three of them raised a powerful shielding charm which dampened the damage.
By now Reginald and his wife had stopped firing spells, staring at me in shock as I dealt with the powerful wizards.
Two more fell in quick succession.
The leader scowled, half of his mask broken. He swirled his hand with his wand, and I noticed his arms tremble as if he was holding back some obscene force.
Red roaring flames came to life and I could sense they were dangerous.
The flame exploded out and instantly ate at the barrier, I sent a glance to the Death Eater leader. Growing serious. He obviously didn't have any control over it, judging by his haggard breaths.
I attempted my normal trick, that being using a superior wave of wind to send the fire back at the caster but the flames didn't budge. In fact, the demonic energy almost seemed to be consumed and fuelled the fire.
A grin formed on the Death Eater leader as he backed away from the glowing flames.
"My Lord, that's magical fire. You'll need to use another magical element to combat it!" Reginald said firmly.
Oh?
Reginald and his wife continued firing spells at the Death Eater's to keep them distracted, even as they stared at the cursed fire warily. They managed to take down one and forced the others into shielding from the assault.
Static destruction crackled around my arms and gained the attention of everyone around.
With difficulty, bolts of static destruction exploded out and dove into the fire. The effect was immediate as the fire dimmed, the flames that licked against the static destruction simply ceasing to exist.
It wasn't long until the cursed fire was out.
The Death Eater leader stared at the display with pure bafflement.
Water exploded out from the ground and with a flex of my will, shifted into large disks, forming into ice and then spinning towards the Death Eater's.
I smirked slightly as I caught Lord Abbott sending me a disbelieving look.
Imagination magic was insanely powerful, having access to multi-elemental manipulation along with basically allowing me to copy any magic if not to a bit of a weaker degree, was insanely strong.
And it only got stronger as my demonic power reserves skyrocketed in capacity. Being firmly within the lower end of the High-class had its weight.
Though more complex attacks were certainly hard and cost a lot to produce. My demonic power capacity was starting to dip below half. That was mainly because of my usage with the power of destruction though.
The Death Eater's that had been forced behind a shield were blown back as the attack hit them one after another. Instantly, three of them were incapacitated, possibly dead.
That made five out of the nine.
The rest of them were winded, especially the Death Eater leader.
He scowled, and performed a spell that formed a massive amount of smoke.
I knew what was coming, he was trying to escape.
I blew the wind away and caught him apprating with two of the downed Death Eater's.
The others were only able to pick one up before being forced to escape.
I caught one. The rest were gone.
Well…
That was inventful.
I walked over to the unconscious Death Eater and floated him on a small platform. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Behind me, Lord Abbott leaned into Reginald, whispering something I couldn't hear. Probably personal. Maybe something about the damage, or the fact that they'd actually been saved.
Eventually, Abbott stepped forward.
He straightened himself despite the wounds, knees still unsteady but eyes locked onto mine.
"Thank you for your help, truly you have assisted us in not meeting a bad fate," he said quietly, his tone formal.
I said nothing.
He knelt.
"Then allow me to give something in return. My name, my oath, my wand. I, Lord Theodric Abbott, swear loyalty to you, Dark Lord Zephyrion Gremory. Not out of fear, or tradition. But because you saved us when no one else would."
The others watched silently. He bowed his head.
I didn't respond right away. Mostly because I was impressed by how noble he sounded.
But I accepted.
And just like that, another house fell in line.
Honestly, things were progressing surprisingly smoothly.
I looked around at the destruction.
"I think you'll need to come back with us for the time being." I commented.
To my surprise, both Lord Abbott and his wife seemed almost eager. Perhaps it was the safety I offered or the fact that they had just been attacked by the other Dark Lord.
It was good, with this little excursion my power base in this world had become all the more solid.
Reginald breathed, a certain glint behind his eyes that I think identified as true loyalty.
"Is there any valuables you wish to… retrieve before we depart?" I questioned.
Theodric sent a glance to the burning mess of a mansion. "I don't think there is anything left to retrieve my lord… we luckily thought ahead and prepared for the occasion that we had to flee. Most of our truly valuable items are within the vault."
"Good, that makes things easier." I paused. "Why is your son with you? Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts?"
They looked confused at my question.
"We temporarily pulled him out for the semester because of… well. Everything that is going on." He replied.
This was probably an effect of my meddling, Hogwarts was meant to be considered the safest place in Britain right?
Oops.
"Well, we better get going." I concluded, and we apparating away a moment later.
We appeared in the hideout I had deduced to reside within, and once more. We were met by Clint.
"My Lord, I'm assuming it's over." Clint sighed, his expression bordering on a pout.
"Yes," I replied, studying his reaction. "The fight was more substantial than you might think."
His eyes darted to the fallen Death Eater I'd brought back, unconscious and bound next to me, before returning to me with barely concealed frustration.
"I see," he said. "You know you can call on me as well? You've got an entire gathering of wizards and witches eager to support you at a moment's notice."
The slight edge in his tone betrayed how deeply this mattered to him.
"Of course," I replied with a genuine smile, meeting his gaze directly.
I truly did appreciate his loyalty. It was rare and valuable, perhaps one of the qualities I admired and respected most in this or any world.
I simply had no use for them yet. The Hogwarts breach had been designed to be subtle and unnoticed, a careful infiltration rather than a show of force.
I placed a hand briefly on his shoulder, feeling him straighten at the contact. "Next time, Clint, you'll be the first I call upon."
He nodded, giving me a grateful smile.
-{Clint}-
Clint sent a small glare towards Lord Greengrass.
Was it wrong to say he was feeling left out?
While everything was moving fast, the last few weeks had made Clint feel more alive than most of his life.
He knew he was in the most influential position due to his recruitment of practically everyone joining their cause. Especially with his recent rise in power that had sent sparks throughout the small faction they had created.
Whispers of rewards that could be gained for good work. It was making everyone restless, they wanted that gift from the Lord.Clint could still feel the tingling sensation from when his magical power had been amplified.
It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. And admittedly he wanted more of it.
Every witch and wizard he'd recruited had similar stories. People who had been dismissed by the Ministry, overlooked by prominent families, or relegated to menial positions because their magical signatures weren't "strong enough."
His lord had changed that, and had shown them all that power wasn't fixed at birth. And they wanted more. Already a hierarchy was forming, those who had their ambition stamped on were rising again.
Just yesterday, three more wizards had approached him, asking how they could gain an audience.
Last week, a former Auror who'd been discharged for insufficient magical aptitude as they so eloquently put it, had practically begged to join their ranks. They were building a faction based not on blood status or family connections, but on loyalty and potential.
He didn't think his Lord knew just how important he was. And truthfully he had been loyal from the start. As many of those who joined were becoming.
His eyes drifted to the new family, noting the noble house ring on Lord Abbott's finger. Another noble family joined their cause.
While it was good for their standing, Clint couldn't help but feel concerned.
These old families were used to influence and power. Would they try to take over what he had built from the ground up? Would his lord start favoring those with prestigious names over those who had been loyal from the beginning?
Sometimes Clint wondered if his lord truly grasped just how many people were now hanging on his every word, how many were clamoring for even the smallest acknowledgment.
He left the room, Ben, a friend he had quickly come to trust, was leaning against the wall and gave him a nod as he walked out.
-{Zephyrion Gremory}-
I thought about my plans as I stared at the large Basilisk laying in front of me. It had been a day and Lord Abbott and his family were looking to reconstruct their mansion, this time with a lot more protection.
I still had a few days left before I had to go back.
Letting the heat from my actions recently cool down would probably be best. While I was being labelled a Dark Lord that didn't exactly make me want to go out pillaging.
The Basilisk stared back at me, its reptilian eyes betraying a keen intelligence. The Basilisk's scales shimmered under the dim light, its massive form still somehow elegant despite being confined to this space. I could see it was growing restless after weeks of captivity, even in this enchanted and spacious holding area.
"I'm leaving soon," I said, approaching slowly.
This time around within this world has been... interesting along with incredibly useful as I bought many more magical books to study when I went back to Hestia, but my time here draws to a close.
I was going to see if I could return home. It was time to test the one true ability I had seemingly gained from my human side.
The Basilisk eyes tracked my movement.
"I want to take you with me," I offered, extending a hand cautiously.
It let out a huff.
"I'll take that as a yes?"
It inclined its head and I smiled.
I scratched his scales, it wasn't a comfortable feeling considering each scale was as hard as concrete but the Basilisk seemed to enjoy it regardless.
I wonder how he and my other familiar will get along. I sat in contemplation, watching the Basilisk's movements.
Taking a magical creature between worlds was risky, considering we could end up in the middle of a shopping mall for all I know. But it would be a good experiment.
If I could transport a being as magically complex as a Basilisk, it opened up numerous possibilities.
My thoughts drifted to the faction I'd built here. I'd accumulated quite the following in a short time. Noble houses, discarded witches and wizards, even those who had legitimate grievances with how magical society functioned.
Perhaps I should stay here longer, considering I had many looking towards me. A force that could probably take out my familiar funnily enough and I had been here for less than five percent of the time I was in Danmachi.
The magic here was insanely versatile. And I was honestly glad I had come here despite the rocky start.
The Basilisk huffed again, breaking my thoughts.
"Yes, yes, I hear you," I muttered. "We'll be leaving soon."
I stood, giving the Basilisk one last look. "Wait here. Not that you have much choice."
Its tail thumped once in what I chose to interpret as agreement.
I found Clint and Reginald in one of the manor's corridors.
"I need to speak with both of you," I said. "In my office."
They followed without question.
When we reached my office, Reginald immediately took note of the empty bookshelves.
All my magical texts had been packed away. The rare volumes on elemental manipulation, the ancient tomes of forgotten rituals, the extensive research on magical creatures.
The room was stripped of most of the things I had brought out in my temporary living space, leaving only the furniture and a few scattered items on the desk.
Reginald sighed heavily. "So, it's that time, is it?"
"Yes," I replied simply.
Clint looked between us, confused. "Time for what? What's happening?"
"I'm leaving," I said.
"Leaving? Again?" Clint's expression shifted from confusion to something closer to hurt. "My Lord, forgive me, but why do you keep departing? We've just begun to establish ourselves properly and your presence has boosted morale many fold."
I gestured for them both to sit. "My presence in this was always meant to be temporary, Clint. I have responsibilities elsewhere that require my attention. Naturally I'll be back though."
Clint looked down, but nodded.
"Is there anything you need?" Reginald questioned.
"Yes, I need you to gather all available information on Nurmengard for when I come back," I informed them.
"If I may, why are you interested in that particular prison?" Reginald questioned.
"There's a subject of interest within there, and I have a plan for it when I come back." I revealed.
Clint smiled. "I'll have it for you," he promised.
I reached into my robes and produced a scrolls, sealed the Gremory symbol.
I didn't need to explain what it was, they knew familiar with the contract.
Clint carefully picked up his scroll, examining the shapes etched into the parchment.
"I'll return in two weeks, make sure to summon me then" I said.
"Two weeks," Clint repeated.
I nodded, then reached into a small pouch at my side.
From it, I withdrew a handful of gleaming stones that caught the light strangely, seeming to glow from within with various colors. I set them on the desk between us.
"What are these?" Clint asked, reaching out to touch one cautiously.
"Magic stones," I replied. "A rare type of ore that can be used to power magical formations, among other things."
Reginald picked one up, examining it with scholarly interest. "I've never seen anything like this. Where did you get them?"
A smile tugged at my lips. "That's a secret, for now in any case."
"I see, what shall we do with them?" Reginald questioned.
"Test them, I have no clue as to the effects they would cause to a potion for example. Find people that are willing to research its effects and see if they can be used for more than just power sources." I ordered.
This was something I had been meaning to do for a while, finding out why the guild bought so many monster stones. There must be something behind it besides the reason they give everyone.
Clint looked up from the stones, his expression now determined. "When you return, my Lord, I promise that we will have a full detailed report on it, I'll make sure of it."
Was it weird I wanted to ruffle his hair? He was so eager to please me. The effects of being neglected and unwanted must have seriously damaged his psyche. I could feel for him due to my past experiences too, even if I went about it a different way.
"I appreciate your hard work, Clint," I said sincerely. "You've proven yourself invaluable."
Clint stood and bowed deeply. "I should get started on gathering that information about Nurmengard."
With another respectful nod, he left the room, clutching his contract scroll tightly.
When the door closed behind him, Reginald's formal demeanor relaxed slightly. He looked at me with hesitation, as if weighing whether to ask what was truly on his mind.
"You can speak freely, Reginald," I assured him.
He took a deep breath. "Are you... going to Hell?"
The question caught me slightly off guard, though I shouldn't have been surprised.
Reginald technically knew I was a devil.
"No," I answered truthfully. "But I won't be anywhere you can reach for the next two weeks, except through that contract."
Reginald nodded slowly, seemingly relieved. He paused for a moment, becoming slightly more sincere.
"Thank you for being trustworthy and saving my friends. I'm sure they will be useful." Reginald said, his tone much more open than it had been so far.
I stood, signaling that our meeting was over.
Reginald gathered several of the magic stones before bowing and taking his leave.
Alone again, I began my final preparations.
My books were packed, my affairs in order, and my followers instructed.
All that remained was to collect the Basilisk and make the journey.
Well, besides the Death Eater who was staring at the back of my head.
I slowly took off the mask.
A man glared up at me.
"You have something I want," I said, unrolling the document before him. "And I'm prepared to offer you freedom in exchange."
Freedom from the mortal coil.
The Death Eater scoffed. "I serve only the Dark Lord."
"And that servitude isn't going to go far if you are dead, is it?" I gestured to his bindings. "I'm offering you immediate release."
I loosened one of his hands just enough to hold a quill.
"Sign here," I said, deliberately angling the document so he could only see portions of the text, my fingers obscuring crucial clauses about soul transferral and consumption.
"Do you take me for a fool?" he hissed.
Yes.
You literally follower a guy who's sacrificed himself so much that his eyes glow red and he looks like he was born from a turtle.
"No," I replied coldly. "I take you for a man with limited options." I pressed the quill into his hand. "Sign, or find use in becoming a potion tester for our new brewers. They aren't that great yet but they are enthusiastic."
Fear and desperation eventually won out.
With a trembling hand, he scrawled his signature at the bottom of the contract.
Immediately, the parchment blazed with crimson light. The Death Eater convulsed, his mouth opening in a silent scream as tendrils emerged from the document and wrapped around his body.
I watched dispassionately as his essence was extracted, a luminous, writhing substance pulled from his now-limp form.
His body slumped forward, empty.
The soul hovered momentarily before being drawn to me like a moth to flame. I inhaled deeply, consuming it whole. Power coursed through my veins as the wizarding magic was converted into demonic power.
I glanced at the empty husk that once housed a faithful servant of the Dark Lord.
That had been easier than before.
I made sure everything was packed before leaving the room with a nod.
As I walked through the halls of the mansion one last time, I felt a strange blend of anticipation. Each world I visited had added something, and I had only been within two different worlds.
The Basilisk was waiting, just as I'd left it. Its massive form shifted restlessly as I entered the chamber.
"Time to go," I said. "Ready to see something few of your kind ever have?"
It huffed in response, those intelligent eyes fixed on mine.
I would transport us to a secluded clearing first, away from prying eyes. Then, with the Basilisk as my test subject, I would attempt the journey between worlds.
If successful, it would open new possibilities for future travels. Hestia might even be able to come with me, or perhaps my entire Familia.
I teleported us out to a mundane forest.
The forest clearing was silent except for the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.
Basilisk looked evidently in discomfort from the teleportation. But now, under the open sky, it seemed more at ease, stretching its massive wings and breathing deeply of the night air.
"Are you ready?" I asked, standing before the large creature.
The Basilisk lowered its massive head, bringing its eyes level with mine in what I interpreted as silent approval. Its scales gleamed under the moonlight, shifting colors slightly with each movement.
"Having you with me will be a good test," I said, more to myself than the Basilisk. "If I can transport a being as magically complex as you without the contract's protection, it opens up... possibilities."
My rainbow-colored eyes began to glow brighter, power flowing through them as the dimensional magic reached its crescendo. The Basilisk's form shimmered slightly, its physical presence beginning to phase between realities.
The world around us collapsed into a swirling kaleidoscope of light and energy, reality fragmenting into infinite shards that spun and twisted around us.
I felt the familiar pull of dimensional travel, the disorienting sensation of being everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.
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