After countless investigations and meticulous surveillance, Cassian Veylorn paced the grand halls of the Veylorn estate, his mind racing. The pieces were finally falling into place. Ancient magical traces, subtle alterations in dark magic flow, and the lingering residual energy of Horcrux manipulations all pointed to one shocking conclusion:
Voldemort had returned.
But not in the way the wizarding world imagined. This was not a simple resurrection or fragment of a soul lingering in the world. Voldemort had mastered a forbidden branch of dark magic, one that allowed him to bypass death itself. Cassian's eyes blazed with fury as he traced the path of the dark spells:
Horcruxes shattered, yet remnants of Voldemort's essence were reforming.
Ancient soul-binding techniques had been repurposed to accelerate his return.
Dark enchantments, older than any living wizard, were reactivated under his command.
"He's returned… alive… and more dangerous than before," Cassian muttered, his voice cold and sharp. His long life, stretching from the days of Salazar Slytherin's disciples, had never prepared him for such audacity in dark magic.
His hands clenched into fists. The thought of Voldemort—thirsty for power, willing to manipulate and destroy indiscriminately—ignited a storm of rage within him. Every strategic move, every manipulation Roy had orchestrated in the shadows, now seemed even more urgent.
"This… this will not stand," Cassian whispered to himself. "Voldemort thinks he can claim what he does not understand, meddle with what is beyond him, and bend the world to his will. He underestimates the legacy of the Veylorn family… he underestimates me."
Cassian's mind went to the forbidden texts stored in his family vault, the arcane scrolls handed down for centuries, some of which even he had avoided for fear of their corruption. He began meticulously preparing countermeasures, blending ancient blood magic with the dark knowledge of his ancestors.
Yet beneath his fury and tactical brilliance, a shadow of doubt lingered. Voldemort was cunning and ruthless, and Cassian knew that the stakes were far higher than ever before. One misstep could unravel centuries of planning and leave his entire lineage vulnerable.
"Voldemort will pay for his arrogance," Cassian vowed, his voice echoing through the cold stone halls. "And when the time comes… I will be the one to end him."
Outside, the winds howled over Europe, carrying whispers of dark magic and the stirring of unseen powers. Somewhere in the shadows, Roy Valvas observed the unfolding chaos, quietly preparing for the inevitable confrontation. The stage was set: two masterminds, one driven by vengeance and legacy, the other by strategy and protection, both converging on the ultimate threat—Voldemort reborn through forbidden magic.
The chessboard of power had expanded, and every piece now moved under a dangerous, unseen hand.