Suddenly hearing Newt's voice, Wentworth spun around, only to see Yukina already on her feet, striding toward the wizard hunters gathered at the foot of the hill.
Startled, Wentworth shouted after her:
"Yukina! Stop right there! Do you hear me? Come back!"
He leapt up and chased after her.
Meanwhile, down the slope, the wizard hunters watched the scene unfold with delight.
"Look! They're losing their nerve! There are only four of them. Take them out, and we're out of here!"
But Yukina seemed oblivious to Wentworth's calls. Her steps only grew faster. As she gazed coldly at the wizard hunters, who now had their wands raised, she spoke in a low, chilling voice:
"If it's Wentworth you're after, then none of you are leaving here."
As the words left her lips, her body began to change. A swirling black mist emerged, slowly enveloping her.
The wizard hunters recoiled in shock.
"It's her again! What is this girl?!"
"I don't know what it is, but I've got a really bad feeling, we've made a terrible mistake!"
"Attack! Attack now! Don't let her get any closer!"
Wentworth ran after her, desperate to pull Yukina back. He reached out just as he was about to catch her, but grasped nothing.
Yukina had once again transformed into a mass of shadowy, ominous mist, then surged toward the wizard hunters like a storm unleashed.
Immense magical power pulsed around the black fog. Wherever it passed, even the earth beneath tore open, leaving behind deep, jagged trenches.
As the black mist hurtled toward them, the wizard hunters cast spell after spell in a frantic barrage.
But to their disbelief, the dark mass weaved nimbly through the air, dodging every curse with impossible speed and grace.
In the blink of an eye, it swept past the lead hunter, who fell with a terrible scream, lifeless on the ground.
Unable to stop her, Wentworth brandished his wand and charged down the hill.
At the same moment, Newt released a Swooping Evil from his case. The creature shrieked with delight as it spiraled into the sky, then dove like lightning toward the hunters, tackling one of them to the ground.
Soon, despite being outnumbered, Wentworth's side began to dominate the battle.
The key factor was Yukina, her Obscurial form was nearly unstoppable on the field. Anyone caught in the black mist was dead within moments.
It didn't take long before more than half the hunters lay dead, and the remainder, panic-stricken, began fleeing under the combined assault of Wentworth and Newt Scamander.
Seeing that Yukina, still as the Obscurus, was about to pursue the retreating enemies, Wentworth called out urgently to stop her.
Just then, Nala shouted at the top of her lungs:
"We have to go! The magma's coming, if we don't leave now, we're done for!"
At her warning, the Obscurus froze in its tracks. Then, in an instant, it reversed course, racing back up the hill and enveloping Wentworth, Newt, and Nala in a protective shroud.
As the mist rushed toward him, Newt instinctively raised his wand, but Wentworth grabbed his wrist.
With calm, unwavering conviction, Wentworth said:
"Mr. Scamander, I trust Yukina. She would never harm us."
Sure enough, the black mist swept them away from the volcano, soaring across the land until they reached the coastline.
Once they arrived, Yukina could no longer hold on. Her form faded, and she returned to her human self.
Now back in her true appearance, Yukina stood pale and exhausted, forcing a smile at Wentworth.
"Sorry, Wentworth… I didn't listen to you again. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Before he could respond, her legs buckled. She collapsed backward.
Luckily, Wentworth caught her just in time. Holding her in his arms, he looked at her pallid face and shouted:
"Mr. Scamander! Come quickly, help her!"
Newt rushed over and knelt beside Yukina. His face grew grim as he examined her.
Seeing the look on Newt's face, Wentworth's heart sank. He looked down at the girl in his arms and said softly:
"Don't worry. We'll go to Austria. We'll find my grandfather. He'll know how to separate the Obscurus from your soul. He has to."
Newt hesitated, torn, but finally said:
"Wentworth, after what happened just now… Yukina's soul and the Obscurus have merged too deeply. Trying to separate them will damage her soul, possibly beyond repair."
Before Newt could finish, Wentworth erupted:
"I don't care! We're wizards, we make the impossible happen! Don't tell me we can't save a single girl! Soul damage? That's nothing, we'll find a way—"
He suddenly paused. A realization dawned in his eyes.
Newt, noticing the change, asked anxiously:
"Wentworth, what are you thinking?"
Wentworth's gaze grew cold, resolute. He said slowly, each word heavy with determination:
"A soul… With just a fragment of soul, one can create a Horcrux. If I make a Horcrux, even if something happens to Yukina… I can bring her back."
"If Voldemort could do it, why can't I?"
Newt stared at him in horror, whispering:
"Wentworth… have you lost your mind? Do you even hear what you're saying?"
Wentworth didn't flinch. Holding Yukina close, he replied flatly:
"I know exactly what I'm saying. I'm going to save the soul of someone who risked everything, for us."
Newt grew frantic, stumbling over his words:
"But… do you even understand… to make a Horcrux, it's not just soul splitting, you also have to…"
Before he could finish, Wentworth cut him off coldly:
"You have to commit murder, right? I know."
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