Chương 333: Ch323- End Times

Cassian's eyes snapped open, fighting the absolute pressure that wanted him on the ground for every inch, his spine popping under the weight of the temple. His muscles screamed, straining against the literal tons of psychic weight. He reached inward and the blackness detonated. A shockwave of cold air rolled out from his chest. The Night Crawlers poured into the physical world.

"Cassian, get back!" Edevane's voice was panicked as she noticed the creatures appear out of nowhere. She was pushing to stand, her wand hand shaking violently. Beside her, Ayda had scrambled backward, his face drained of color.

"Don't!" Cassian's voice was a rasping roar, raw from the dust.

"Lower your wands! Now!"

"They'll kill us all!" Ayda yelled, his magic flaring.

"Cassian, they'll eat us all!"

"They're the only thing keeping us alive!" Cassian shouted back. The Night Crawlers didn't spare a glance for the shivering humans. They fanned out in a circle that encompassed the entire ruined hillside, turning toward the epicenter of the primordial roar beneath the stone. As they took their positions, the suffocating pressure that had been crushing Cassian's ribs began to drain away.

The Night Crawlers stood like a ring of living black holes, their presence creating a vacuum that sucked the malice right out of the air. The thing under the temple screamed again, a sound that should have shattered their eardrums and liquefied their internal organs. But the sound hit the Crawlers and simply vanished. For the first time since the hill had started to split, everyone could draw a full breath.

The heavy, oily weight of the Crown's presence was being peeled back, layer by layer, by the very monsters Cassian had spent a lifetime fearing. He looked at Edevane and Ayda, who were still frozen, their wands half-raised.

"Get up," Cassian said, turning to others, urging them to get moving. He glanced toward the collapsed wall. Leontis was still there, barely holding himself upright, his face streaked with blood and slack with disbelief. Around them, the locals who had made it through the first tremors stood frozen, staring at the towering, shapeless shadows of the Night Crawlers. No one spoke. They just watched, like their minds hadn't decided whether to break or not.

"Leontis! Take the others. Get out of the blast zone," Cassian barked. Leontis blinked, his hand still clamped over his mangled arm.

"Cassian, what are those things? What is happening to the temple? We have to stabilize the site, the wards-""Forget the wards!" Cassian's roar silenced the hillside.

"The temple is gone. The seal is broken. You need to get to the ministry. Use the mirrors, the Floo, whatever you have. Send word to the Flamels, the Ministries, the International Confederation. Everyone." Leontis stumbled back.

"What do I tell them? Who is the enemy?" A curse-breaker near the shattered column let out a shaky breath.

"Enemy? There's nothing to fight. Those things... what are they even made of?" An Auror, wand raised but trembling, looked between Cassian and the Crawlers.

"Did they come out of him?"

"Who do we even warn?" someone else called out, panic rising.

"Athens? The Ministry? This could still be localized-" A curse-breaker shook his head.

"Everyone who?"

"EVERYONE!" Cassian shouted.

"Tell them the threat isn't here anymore. It's everywhere. Tell them the creature is released. Move!" He didn't wait for Leontis to respond. He watched as the survivors scrambled away, fleeing the freezing aura of the Crawlers. Once the clearing was empty of anyone but the Keepers, he slumped against a wall. Ayda's eyes darted between Cassian and the nearest shadow-giant.

"Brat, we can fix this. If we pull the warders from the nearby sectors, we can weave a temporary cage. We can patch the lines. We just need an hour, maybe less, to stabilize the temple." Edevane nodded.

"He's right. If we use the Crawlers as an outer perimeter, we can channel the residual magic from the ruins into a new anchor. We've done it before, Cassian. We can pin it back down." Cassian looked at the two of them, shaking his head slowly.

"Marauder didn't just crack the wards. He leveled the temple. The stone, the physical focal point that held this thing for thousands of years... it's dust now. You can't patch a hole when the wall's gone." He gestured vaguely at the Crawlers, who were leaning into the epicenter of the ruins, their bodies flickering as they gorged on the invisible corruption.

"If it was just the magic, I could have tethered it. But with the temple gone, that thing is gaining power. It's feeding on the reality of its own awakening."

"What is it?" Edevane asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. She stepped closer.

"You recognised it right. If we're going to fight it, we need to know what it is."

"No," Cassian said.

"Cassian, don't be a martyr," Ayda snapped, his frustration finally breaking through the fear.

"Information is the only weapon we have left. If this is a primordial entity, there are records. There are counters. Give us a name so we can find a way to kill it." Cassian turned his gaze back to the hole in the world.

"You don't understand how it works," Cassian said quietly.

"This isn't a demon you can banish with a specific ritual. It's a conceptual parasite. It gains power by being remembered. It grows stronger every time a mind recognises it, every time a voice speaks its name." Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. He looked Ayda directly in the eyes.

"The Crawlers aren't just eating its magic. They're trying to erase the very idea of it. If I tell you what's down there, I'm giving it a bridge into your minds. I'm giving it a way to bypass the Crawlers entirely." He wiped more blood from his nose.

"The longer the world stays ignorant of exactly what woke up today, the longer we have to find a way to starve it. We aren't here to solve the mystery anymore. We're delaying."

Bathsheda leaned her back against the rough bark of a tree, cursing under her breath. Xul'al was moving a glowing piece of amber over her ribs, the warmth of the stone knitting the internal bruising back together. A few steps away, Hagrid was hunched over Ash. He was working in tandem with his own dragon using pungent moss and rhythmic humming to soothe the deep gouges in Ash's scales.

"Easy now, girl," Hagrid grunted.

"You did brilliant. Just stay still."

"The Crawlers," Bathsheda said, gesturing weakly toward the clearing they had just fled.

"Cassian thought... he thought they might not be the enemy.

"He was right," she whispered, wincing as Xul'al pressed the amber harder against a stubborn fracture.

"We sealed the hounds while the wolf was already at the door." Xul'al paused, her eyes narrowing.

"And these? The white ones? If the dark ones are the 'erasure,' what is this lot doing?"

"I have no idea," Bathsheda sighed.

"They aren't eating the magic or the memory. They're just... holding. Like the world is trying to split and they're the only things keeping it from tearing open. They seem to be acting as a physical dam for the entity's pressure. If the Night Crawlers are the ones who clear the ground, these are the ones who hold the line once the breach happens." She hesitated, then added more quietly, "Cassian suspected the soul-eatings two years ago were their doing." Ji's head snapped toward her.

"Soul-eatings?" Xul'al sighed slowly, as if dredging something unpleasant from memory.

"Two scholars. Covenant sympathizers, though we didn't know it at the time. Their souls were... removed. Cleanly. No residue, no signature spellwork. Just empty bodies."

"At first," Bathsheda continued, "we thought someone had killed them to stop their research. A warning." Ji frowned.

"Ah."

"Evidence surfaced later..." Xul'al said.

"Coded correspondences, Covenant ties. They were embedded. And some of the Keepers argued," She murmured, "that it wasn't murder at all. That the land itself intervened. That whatever guards these thresholds... recognised them as a threat."

"It's worse than we thought," Bathsheda said, her voice trembling. Her thumb rubbed the rune on her finger.

"Cassian just sent word. Marauder destroyed the temple in Greece. Completely leveled it." The silence that followed was heavy. Even Hagrid stopped his humming.

"The physical anchor is no more," Ji said, his voice dropping.

"You can't re-seal the creature to nothing."

"It's too late for a local containment," Bathsheda said, struggling to find her footing despite Xul'al's protests. She grabbed Ji's arm to steady herself.

"We have to alert everyone. Every Ministry, every hidden enclave, every nation."

"The Statute," Xul'al whispered, her hand tightening on her staff.

"If this thing continues to rise, if the ground continues to split across two continents... we can't hide this from the non-magical world. It'll break the Statute of Secrecy within the hour."

"Let it break," Bathsheda snapped.

"If we don't get word out now, there won't be a world left to keep secrets from. Tell the Keepers to ignite the signal fires. The silence is over. Everyone needs to know that the end is coming. No... it is already here."

Nicolas and Perenelle sat on the lowest tier of the stone benches, their faces draining of color with each report that came in. Beside them, Coriolanus and Sabine watched the shimmering fabric of the archway grimly. Miranda and Bathilda were huddled nearby, their wands resting across their knees. Dumbledore stood a few paces off, his gaze fixed on a series of silver instruments he'd set up on a portable table. The first chime from the instruments stiffened them all.

It was followed by a frantic, jagged vibration from the communication mirrors laid out on the bench.

"Greece is under heavy fire," Coriolanus said, his voice cracking the silence. He grabbed a mirror, the surface clouded with smoke and the frantic flashes of spellfire.

"The Covenant. They've breached the outer perimeter of the temple. Evadene is calling for a full mobilization."

"Yucatan too," Sabine added, her eyes fixed on a second glass.

"The Keepers are being pushed back toward the pyramid. Where is Ji?" Nicolas leaned forward, his hands trembling slightly.

"It's starting. They're trying to crack the foundations." Dumbledore's instruments spun so fast they became a silver blur before exploding into shards of metal.

"The temple in Greece is gone," Dumbledore said, his hand clenching around the white-bond wand.

"And the pyramid in the jungle. Both anchors have been physically destroyed." Bathilda let out a sound.

"Destroyed? That's impossible. Those wards were layered over centuries."

"They didn't unpick the wards, Bathilda," Perenelle said, sounding tired.

"They took the sledgehammer to the stone itself. Marauder's job no doubt." The mirrors suddenly went dark, then flickered back to life with a terrifying new image. In both locations, the smoke and dust weren't clearing. Instead, the light seemed to be getting sucked out of the world.

"What in Merlin's name are those?" Goshawk stood up, her hand over her mouth. On the glass surfaces, towering, gaunt figures were unfolding from the shadows in Greece, while pearl-white specters emerged from the trees in the Yucatan. They looked like the end of the world.

"Crawlers," Nicolas whispered.

"The Night Crawlers from Australia. And... white ones? I've never heard of white ones."

"They're attacking the survivors," Bagshot said as she jumped to her feet.

"We have to send the Keepers. We have to do something before they slaughter everyone left."

"Wait," Dumbledore stopped her. He stepped closer to the mirror showing Cassian's position in Greece.

"Look at their formation. They aren't hunting the Keepers. They're circling the breach." The room went silent as they watched the dark figures in Greece lean into the roaring hole where the temple used to be. The pressure that had been visible even through the mirror, the way the survivors were pinned to the ground, started to get up.

"They're eating it," Nicolas said, with a sudden realisation on his face.

"The Night Crawlers are devouring the magical fallout. And the white ones in the jungle... they're holding the pressure back."

"Cassian," Perenelle murmured.

"He was right." A silver light erupted in the center of the room. A patronus, a cat, burst through the stone ceiling and landed in front of Dumbledore. It spoke with McGonagall's voice.

"Albus, Hogwarts is under attack. Voldemort has breached the gates. We are engaging them."

"Of course he chose now," Dumbledore's grip on his wand tightened, his knuckles turning white. He made to move toward the exit, but Nicolas stopped him, "Trust your school, Albus." Dumbledore nodded reluctantly, pacing the room. Not long after another Patronus flickered in, now sounding breathless but relieved.

"It's over. Students... The attackers were repelled before they could reach the heart of the castle. The school is secure." Dumbledore sighed, his shoulders dropping.

"Thank you, Minerva." He turned back to the group. The mirrors were still showing the same scene, a ring of monsters protecting the world from a bigger monster.

"The school is safe for now," Dumbledore said, "but the world isn't. The International Confederation will take weeks to make decisions. And the Muggles-""There is no time for decisions," Nicolas said, standing up with a grunt.

"If these things fail to hold the line, the ground will split from here to the Pacific. The Statute of Secrecy won't matter if there's no civilization left to keep a secret from." Dumbledore sighed as he looked around the cold, dark chamber at the greatest minds of the century.

"We need to bypass the Ministries. Use the old channels. Tell them the silence has been broken. Tell them the war is here."