In that dreamlike realm filled with pure white illusion, the Deep Realm King, who had successfully obtained a vessel, was like an uncontrolled beast, wantonly destroying everything around him.
His violent power seemed to have no restraints whatsoever. Wherever he went, there was complete devastation, as if he was freely venting the endless hatred that came from his very instincts.
Aiden instantly transformed into a silver dragon, his form agile and majestic, charging forward without hesitation to engage in fierce combat with that giant as massive as a mountain.
The giant suddenly raised an enormous club from seemingly nowhere, bringing it down with a whooshing sound and overwhelming force toward Aiden.
Caught off guard, Aiden was struck by this heavy blow and immediately cried out in pain, letting out a pained roar. He spread his broad wings and flew desperately into the sky.
High in the air, strange and mysterious symbols began to gradually appear on the scales covering Aiden's body. At the same time, the scales that had originally shone with silver-white light also began to turn gray-white.
Soon, he completed the transformation. The gray-white dragon shot down like lightning, opened its massive jaws, and bit firmly onto the giant's arm.
"He needs some help," Newt said, enduring the mental shock that came from looking directly at the dragon's mythical form, and fired spells at the giant.
Since the giant's attention was entirely focused on fighting the dragon, Newt's spell successfully exploded behind the creature.
"The spells are working! All Aurors who are still conscious, attack together," Picquery also struggled to stand up, raising her wand to join the attack.
The Aurors, who could barely stand, also drew their wands and joined the desperate assault.
Aiden twisted his head and pushed away as the giant was engulfed in the magical explosion.
When the smoke cleared, besides the hand that Aiden had bitten off, one of the giant's legs had also been severed in the recent explosion.
However, because they were in the Misty Illusion, the power of the Deep Realm could radiate here more effectively. The fourth layer of the Deep Realm once again sent power to this location, and soon the broken parts on the giant's body were refilled with dark substance.
Just when everyone's morale was at its lowest, the passage to the Misty Illusion was opened wider.
Egypt's sun barges, Eastern lands' World Trees, Jerusalem's arks, Aztec glory altars, India's Six Paths of Reincarnation... The mysteries accumulated by ancient civilizations manifested here, and the true violence symbolizing wizard civilization was projected into the Misty Illusion.
Reinforcements from various nations had also entered the field. Aiden saw the most conspicuous figure among the black-gold robes.
With a flash, Aiden naturally positioned himself among the Unspeakables as if returning home.
"Who are you?" The current Director, though his appearance hadn't changed much from his future self, still had some spark of vitality in his eyes, unlike his future self, whose fox eyes contained only still pond water.
"It's me, your adorable dragon," Aiden said playfully, grabbing his sleeve.
"I don't know you. Show some respect. Please state your identity, and don't try to get familiar with me," the Director pushed hard against Aiden, but how could a wizard's strength compare to a dragon's?
"Oh, don't be so distant. Aren't we good friends?" Having the tables turned on him made Aiden very excited.
"Enough fooling around. What exactly is going on here? Who activated the Silent Slate agreement?" An elderly man in traditional robes stepped forward from the Eastern delegation.
Behind him were people who seemed familiar, as did someone in the Egyptian group. Finally, Aiden understood why all the people he'd met had treated him so well.
"Look for yourself," Aiden pointed at the rotting giant who was chasing a group of MACUSA Aurors.
"A Deep Realm King," the elderly man stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Let's begin, everyone."
This was Aiden's first time seeing how wizards from different countries used magic.
Eastern wizards favored binding their magical power to specific objects, which could then be commanded to destroy themselves alongside their enemies when the situation demanded it.
Western wizards preferred to use their bodies as vessels, making their magical power more agile and direct.
Aiden also stopped watching the show. He spread his wings, transformed into his mythical form, and pounced toward the rotting giant.
The gray-white dragon opened its huge mouth and bit the giant's head, while the giant's club also struck the dragon's wing, breaking it with a sickening crack.
"Ptui!" Aiden spat out a Mental Breath, and magical power mixed with dragon breath actually formed a layer of ice on the giant's surface.
Aiden released his bite, made an agile turn, and whipped his tail toward the giant's head.
"Crack!" A crisp shattering sound rang out as the giant's head was smashed like brittle glass.
Black gel surged forth, and the Deep Realm King began regenerating again with disturbing speed.
"Roar!" The newly risen rotting giant roared at everyone with renewed fury.
"Is there a way to break through his core?" the elderly man shouted to Aiden.
"My output isn't strong enough. Let me borrow your reserves," Aiden turned back and roared in response.
"How do you know... forget it. State your title," the elderly man narrowed his eyes with suspicion.
"Dragon of the Mind," Aiden declared.
Upon hearing Aiden's title, understanding flashed in the elderly man's mind, and wizards from the other nations also used their own methods to connect to their Silent Slates.
Six beams of light pierced through the Misty Illusion, connecting to Aiden's body like cosmic lifelines.
Aiden felt his thoughts and magical power operating at an extremely high speed.
Through the Silent Slates, Aiden saw the complete Deep Realm for the first time, an endless spiral surrounding the entire world like a cosmic parasite.
The enhanced Manipulator began to display power on another level entirely.
All things were under his control. Aiden transformed into a dragon-man, virtually grasping with his right hand.
A magnificent longbow appeared in his hand, and the bow condensed from the wishes of countless wizards burst forth with dazzling light.
"My Merlin, I absolutely love this," a certain dragon's delicate face beamed with a happy smile.
Aiden aimed the longbow at the rotting giant and drew the nonexistent bowstring.
Warm golden radiance began gathering toward him, and soon a golden arrow appeared nocked on the bow.
So this is... love? Some scattered golden particles brushed against Aiden's face, and he felt warmth from them like a gentle caress.
"Well then, farewell, my friend."
Aiden released his grip on the bowstring, and the golden arrow flew toward the rotting giant with incredible purpose.
The Deep Realm King sensed mortal danger. More black gel surged in the Misty Illusion, combining with white fragments.
Various monsters crawled out from the shadows, roaring as they tried to block this dazzling but deadly light for their master.
But like moths to a flame, the monsters turned to dust the moment they touched the golden radiance.
The arrow carried irresistible power, easily piercing through the rotting giant and eliminating all Deep Realm contamination within the Misty Illusion.
But this wasn't over. The arrow continued flying.
It flew beyond the boundary between illusion and reality, carrying the love of wizards from the present world, flying into the fourth layer of the Deep Realm itself.
It flew straight toward the heart of the Deep Realm King on his throne of hatred.
The king formed from humanity's most primitive emotion of hatred was pierced by humanity's warmest emotion, pinned to his throne, and slowly closed his eyes in eternal rest.
The moment the Deep Realm King was pierced, a black beam of light was absorbed by the gem on Aiden's neck.
Having fired the arrow, Aiden saw that the battle was finally over and breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately lost consciousness.
In the Misty Illusion, the other wizards were cleaning up the aftermath of their supernatural battle.
Newt quietly walked over and carefully stuffed the unconscious Aiden into his magical suitcase.
Then, an uninvited guest burst in. It was 'Graves.'
"Where is that boy?" 'Graves' asked with desperate excitement.
"He has been eliminated, Mr. Graves. That was my direct order," Picquery stepped forward with authority.
"Yes, Madam President, but history will also record that tonight's events were both unreasonable and heartless," 'Graves' said, walking over with a weary expression.
"He killed a No-Maj, nearly exposed us, and brought great danger, violating our fundamental laws," Picquery shouted angrily.
"Laws? Laws that make us cower like rats in sewers, that make us hide our true selves, that make us tremble under those in power. Enough! I'm leaving," 'Graves' shouted back with growing fury.
But when he turned back, elite forces from six entire nations had raised their wands and were standing ready for battle.
'Graves' stared at them in stunned silence. "..."