Peace never lasts in the wasteland.
Even after the fall of the Enclave orbital platform, strange reports began spreading across the Commonwealth.
Settlers spoke of creatures that shimmered in radiation storms.
Brotherhood patrols reported Deathclaws moving with unnatural intelligence.
Institute sensors detected energy spikes that did not match nuclear, plasma, or fusion signatures.
Harry knew what it meant.
Magic hadn't died in the Great War.
It had mutated.
The First Dragonclaw
It appeared near the ruins of Salem.
A Deathclaw—but wrong.
Larger.
Its scales glowed faintly blue beneath the night sky. Arcane energy crackled along its claws. When it roared, windows shattered miles away.
The Brotherhood of Steel deployed immediately.
Laser fire lit the streets.
It did nothing.
The creature exhaled—not fire, but concentrated radiation shaped like dragon flame. Power armor melted.
Vertibirds fell.
Harry Apparated into the chaos.
He landed between the monster and a squad of injured knights.
For the first time since awakening—
He felt resistance.
The creature's eyes burned gold.
Not animal.
Aware.
"You survived too," Harry murmured.
The Dragonclaw lunged.
Harry raised his wand.
"Impedimenta!"
The spell struck—but only slowed it.
Interesting.
He smiled beneath his helmet.
Finally.
A challenge.
Wizard vs Wasteland
The Dragonclaw swiped. Harry blocked with a reinforced Protego, the impact cracking pavement beneath them. Its tail smashed a building. Radiation flared violently.
Harry tapped his Pip-Point mid-battle.
CREATURE ANALYSIS: UNKNOWN HYBRID — MUTATED DNA + ARCANE EXPOSURE
So the bombs hadn't just destroyed magic.
They had twisted it.
Harry leapt upward, hovering above the beast.
"Expecto Patronum!"
But instead of a simple stag—
A massive spectral guardian formed, larger than ever before. The stag had antlers of pure white flame, hooves striking the air like thunder.
It charged.
The Dragonclaw roared and met it head-on.
Magic and mutation collided in a shockwave that rattled the entire coastline.
When the dust settled, the Dragonclaw lay stunned—but alive.
Harry descended slowly.
He placed a hand on its scaled head.
"Calm."
Golden runes spread across its body.
The creature's breathing slowed.
Its rage faded.
Not conquered.
Tamed.
A New Realization
Harry stood as Brotherhood knights approached cautiously.
"You could've killed it," one whispered.
"Yes," Harry replied.
"But the old world destroyed enough."
He looked toward the horizon.
If one creature had evolved this way… others would too.
Some might not be controllable.
Some might be worse.
Deep underground, the The Institute began detecting similar arcane anomalies across multiple states.
Magic storms.
Creatures forming inside radiation zones.
Something was spreading.
The wasteland wasn't just healing.
It was transforming.
The Wizard's Decision
Back aboard the Prydwen, Harry gathered leaders from the Brotherhood and the Institute.
"The age of simple factions is over," he said.
"This world needs balance between steel… science… and magic."
He activated the Pip-Point.
A new symbol appeared across every connected terminal in the Commonwealth.
A wand crossed with a gear.
FACTION CREATED: The Arcane Commonwealth
A united order.
Knights trained in defensive magic.
Scientists studying arcane radiation safely.
Settlers protected not just by guns—but by wards.
The Dragonclaw roared in the distance, now resting outside Boston as a guardian instead of a terror.
For the first time since 2077—
The wasteland had something new.
Not just survival.
Evolution.
And somewhere, far beyond the Commonwealth, something ancient stirred in response to Harry's growing power.
Not Enclave.
Not Institute.
Not Brotherhood.
Something older than all of them.
Watching.
To Be Continued…