The Mage's Path: Chapter 41

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Here’s the next chapter. This week’s chapters will be posted from Thursday to Sunday, with the usual stipulation. If a chapter is late, it will be longer.

Chapter 41

Darkness pressed against Harry's eyelids. His consciousness drifted back in fragments—scattered pieces of memory assembling themselves into a coherent whole. Something was wrong.

The first sensation to pierce through his disorientation wasn't sight, but smell. Acrid fumes invaded his nostrils. Rotting vegetation. Something metallic and bitter. 

Harry forced his eyes open.

Water lapped against his shoulders, steam rising around him in lazy spirals. The liquid was cloudy, filled with unidentifiable chunks that bumped against his skin. Several eyeballs floated past his face. His stomach lurched as he realised his complete nakedness, every piece of equipment stripped away save for his Occlumens ring.

Even his gamer specs were gone. His vision was slightly blurry, but his eyes weren’t as bad as before he started wearing the glasses. It might be because he improved his Perception.

He couldn’t use his HUD. He could still get notifications and open the main menu to check his status. For now, it was just a small inconvenience.

The dimensional rift. The pulling sensation. Celeste's scream.

Harry's gaze snapped upward, taking in his surroundings properly for the first time. Massive iron walls curved around him, rising far above his head. A cauldron. He was sitting in a bloody enormous cauldron. 

The water bubbled ominously, growing hotter by the second. Pain lanced across his skin as the temperature climbed beyond his comfort zone. He checked his status and confirmed his HP was dropping. He needed to get out of here. 

Harry shot up, water splashing wildly as he grabbed for the edge of the cauldron. Rough hands grabbed his hair, pulling his head back hard. A foul breath hit his face.

"Well, well, well."

Harry's vision filled with the most hideous face he'd ever encountered. Warty skin the color of rotting cabbage, yellowed teeth, and small black eyes that glittered with cruel intelligence.

Harry's muscles strained as he attempted to break free, but the witch held him in an iron grip.

"Moria’s food has awakened," she crooned. "I am pleased. It's much more fun to see my food struggle."

"What the hell are you?" Harry spat.

"Moria is a hedge witch. I was fishing in the rift, trying my luck. Imagine my surprise when I managed to snag something. Very surprised that you survived the journey. No one dares to enter the rifts.”

"You're the one who pulled me into the rift? Let me go. I need to get back to my friends."

“No! Moria is hungry. It's been a long time since she has tasted fresh meat." Moria's sharp nail traced down his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. "Stay quiet and slowly boil. I have used all my precious ingredients to prepare a feast. The anticipation is killing me."

"Well, your breath is killing me," Harry retorted. "Ever heard of breath mints?"

"Cheeky boy. What is your name? Where did you come from? You were dressed in a demon hide, but you don't look like one of them."

"You removed my clothes? Get away from me, you pervert."

"Moria is not familiar with this word. But she understands your meaning." The witch cackled. "I have no interest in little boys in that way. But your little member will become a delicious snack, yes it will."

Harry recoiled. "Get the hell away from me."

"Still too rebellious." Moria released his hair, and Harry plunged back into the water. "Let's boil you some more, yes?"

A heavy lid slammed down over the cauldron's mouth, plunging Harry into absolute darkness. The enclosed space magnified every horrible smell tenfold—decomposing herbs, rancid fat, and things he didn't want to identify. Water pressed against him from all sides, leaving barely enough room to keep his head above the surface.

Harry's hands pushed against the lid above him. The lid didn't budge. Not even a fraction. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind as the water temperature continued climbing.

He forced himself to breathe slowly, fighting down the terror threatening to overwhelm him. Celeste was gone. He was alone, trapped, slowly cooking alive in this nightmare scenario. Now, only he could save himself.

Harry activated his Flame Cloak. The cloak absorbed some of the damage, though it did nothing to alleviate the actual pain. His health stopped dropping, but the cloak wouldn't last long against such intense heat. He'd need to reapply it constantly.

At least his mana reserves remained unrestricted. Harry summoned a Magelight, desperate for illumination in the suffocating darkness. The pale orb revealed floating chunks of organic matter bumping against the cauldron walls—ingredients for whatever twisted feast Moria had planned.

A notification appeared in a full window. It looked like the system detected he wasn’t wearing his Gamer Specs.

======New Main Quest: Out of the Frying Pan (1/2) 

Description: Harry is stuck inside Moria's cauldron. He needs to find a way out before the witch comes back to check on her meal. The boiling water and cramped conditions make this a race against time and diminishing resources. 

Main Objectives:

1. Find a way to escape the cauldron.

2. Avoid detection by Moria during the escape attempt. 

Rewards: 2000 XP 

Time Limit: Unknown 

Difficulty: Moderate 

======

Harry dismissed the window. He didn't need a quest to tell him the stakes.

Time was running short. Every second, the water grew hotter, and every moment brought him closer to becoming the witch's dinner. 

"Appraisal.”

======Moria's Enchanted Cauldron | Level: 30 | Rare | Type: Cauldron | Enchantment Slots: 2

Description: An enchanted iron cauldron used for brewing complex potions and preparing the witch’s meals. The vessel possesses exceptional resistance to magical and physical damage. The lid is enhanced with a Weight enchantment, making it virtually impossible to lift from the inside. 

*Durability: 450/450

*Increases potion effects by 25% 

*Extends potion duration by 25%

*Reduces required ingredients by 20% 

*Enhanced quality control for large batches.

*Enhanced heat retention 

*Ingredient preservation 

Enchantments attached:

[Heavyweight] ======

Harry's heart sank. The cauldron's durability was massive. Even throwing everything in his arsenal at it, he didn’t like his chances. He would either boil to death or alert Moria of his escape attempt.

The water needed to be dealt with first.

Harry was grateful beyond measure that he had taken the time to learn some Charms. The Freezing Spell was one of the spells he had chosen. It was a versatile magic that worked well alongside his more destructive grimoire magic.

"Glacius," Harry whispered.

Cold energy flowed from his wand-arm, battling against the cauldron's relentless heat. Steam hissed violently as opposing temperatures warred within the confined space. Harry kept the spell going, chilling the water but stopping just before it froze. The cauldron would continue heating the mixture, forcing him to recast periodically, but it bought him precious time.

When the water reached a bearable temperature, Harry took a deep breath and dove beneath the surface. He needed room to manoeuvre for what came next.

Underwater, Harry twisted to face the cauldron's lid. Magic flowed through his hands,  releasing one wind blade after another, the cutting projectiles gouging the lid above him. Each impact sent shockwaves through the water, the sound muffled but still disturbingly loud.

Harry surfaced, listening intently for approaching footsteps. Nothing. 

He dove again, unleashing volley after volley of Wind Blades, each strike chipping away at the cauldron's durability. Progress was agonisingly slow, but steady.

His mana reserves depleted rapidly under the sustained assault. The Flame Cloak required constant renewal as the water temperature climbed again. The Freezing Spell needed frequent recasting. And still the Wind Blades flew, eating away at the cauldron's integrity one piece at a time.

Harry's lungs burned as he surfaced for air. His mana was dangerously close to empty, but the durability reading had finally reached zero.

The first crack appeared as a hairline fracture running down the cauldron's side. Then another. And another.

"Come on," Harry whispered.

The iron groaned under the accumulated stress. Fissures spread like a spider's web across the vessel's surface. With a sound like thunder, the cauldron burst apart.

Harry hit the stone floor hard, carried by the rushing torrent of water. He lay gasping on the floor, every muscle screaming in protest. But he was free.

Now he needed to find his equipment and get as far away from this place as possible—before Moria discovered what had happened to her dinner.

A notification window materialised before Harry's eyes.

======Quest Complete: Out of the Frying Pan (1/2) 

Rewards: 2000 XP ======

Harry dismissed the notification, but another window appeared immediately after.

======New Main Quest: Into the Abyss (2/2) 

Description: Harry has escaped Moria's cauldron, but his ordeal is far from over. He finds himself trapped in the Abyss, the infernal realm filled with criminals and terrifying monsters. To return to his friends and continue the tower ascent, he must locate the dimensional rift that pulled him from the dungeon while avoiding the countless perils.

Main Objectives:

1. Escape the witch's cave safely.

2. Locate the dimensional rift back to the Shadowlands dungeon.

3. Return to Celeste and continue climbing the Tower. 

Sub-Objective: 

1. Learn more about the area.

Rewards: 15000 XP; 2 PP 

Sub-Objective Reward: 3000 XP

Time Limit: Six hours

Quest Difficulty: High ======

“Just my luck.”

The Abyss. He was actually inside the bloody Abyss.

He had only heard some things about the Abyss realm, but it had left a strong impression on him. It was supposed to be home to strange environments, criminals, and savage monsters. If Moria represented the average inhabitant, with her casual cannibalism and overwhelming strength, then this wasn't somewhere he could afford to linger.

Harry surveyed his surroundings for the first time. The chamber was spacious, shaped from the cave’s natural contours. A small pond hugged the far wall, its surface disturbed by a gentle current that suggested it flowed somewhere beneath the ground. Shelves lined the walls, filled with exotic ingredients. 

He needed to get out of here. 

Where was the dimensional rift? Could he travel back through the same tear in reality that had brought him here? The quest suggested it was possible, but first, he needed to understand where he was and how to navigate this nightmare realm.

Harry grimaced as he looked down at his naked body. He needed to find his equipment first before some other horror discovered him.

An open entrance led into a corridor beyond the chamber. Harry approached cautiously, peering into the passage. Torch sconces cast flickering light in both directions, revealing several doorways branching off the main corridor. No sign of the witch.

Relief flooded through him as he chose a direction and checked the nearest room. A storage area. Wooden crates and barrels lined the walls, and a chest was tucked against the far corner.

Harry checked the chest. Everything was there: his underclothes, armour, weapons, accessories, even his Gamer Specs. He grabbed the glasses first, sliding them onto his face, and his HUD sprang back to life.

He couldn’t survive without them. His Gamer Specs were special, exempt from the usual two-accessory limitation since they provided an essential function. 

Harry put on his armour and retrieved his crown, checking that the enchantment gems remained socketed. Moria had thrown the crown into the chest, apparently more focused on her culinary pursuits than the precious treasure. 

Fully prepared, Harry activated his Sneak skill. The corridor extended both ways, and as he moved, his mini-map revealed the layout. He wasn't interested in exploring every nook and cranny—every second spent here increased his chances of encountering Moria.

A shame about the cauldron. The enchanted vessel would have been incredibly useful for potion brewing.

The corridor began sloping upward, and Harry caught a faint breeze against his face. He was moving in the right direction.

As he reached the top of the incline, voices drifted down from ahead. Harry froze, pressing himself against the wall. Two speakers argued just outside the cave's entrance.

One was unmistakably Moria. The other spoke in a similar pattern, mixing third and first person in their peculiar way.

"Why don't you share your feast with old Lucides?" the unfamiliar voice said. "I haven't had a decent meal in forever."

"Moria found the boy all by herself," the witch snapped. "I'm not sharing with you. Go on. Get out of here."

"Lucides isn't leaving. You're going to have to make me."

"Stupid hag. Have you forgotten the last time you crossed me?"

"Lucides hasn't forgotten. But I have some new tricks up my sleeve."

Harry held his breath, hoping they'd fight each other. Two witches battling would provide the perfect distraction for his escape.

A sound like a foghorn erupted across the landscape, low and mournful at first, then building to a throb that seemed to penetrate his very bones. 

"That's the Azure Tower!" Moria exclaimed. "I haven't heard the siren going off in years."

"The Queen is summoning everyone to the tower," Lucides replied. "What could this be about?"

"Moria doesn't know. But it can wait a few hours. My dinner is almost ready."

"No! You cannot delay even for a minute. The Queen will know."

A string of curses erupted from Moria. "By the time I get back, my dinner will be extra tender. I like a bit of toughness in my meat."

The voices began fading as both witches departed, presumably heading toward this Azure Tower. Harry waited another full minute before creeping toward the cave entrance.

He emerged into an alien landscape shrouded in thick, grey fog. The mist pressed against him like a living thing, limiting his vision to perhaps five metres in any direction. Somewhere beyond the murk, waves crashed against an unseen shore, the sound providing the only sense of direction in this featureless environment.

"Where am I supposed to go now?" 

His mini-map revealed more than his eyes could penetrate through the fog, but the improvement was marginal at best. If monsters lurked out there, they could attack before he had time to react to the threat.

Since he had time now, exploring the witch's cave might prove worthwhile. Perhaps he could find a map or something else that could lead him to the rift.

Harry began a systematic search of the cave system, checking each room one by one. Most chambers stood barren, showing signs that the witch had been planning renovations. He found the typical amenities for a home, albeit in more primitive conditions than he was accustomed to.

One room nearly made him retch. The bare chamber contained nothing save a stone slab fitted with iron restraints. Dried blood stained both the surface and the floor around it, leaving no room for mistake about its purpose. Harry backed out quickly, his stomach churning. He couldn't decide what would be worse—dying in that room, or being slowly cooked alive in the cauldron.

His persistence paid off when he entered the witch's bedroom. A desk beside the bed held a crude map spread out on its surface. Harry examined it carefully, eventually locating his current position marked by a small symbol.

Several landmarks dotted the parchment, none of which held meaning for him except one clearly labelled "Azure Tower." His pulse quickened when he spotted another marking called "The Fishing Spot." That had to be where Moria had pulled him through the dimensional tear.

The map lacked any distance scale, but at least he had direction. Harry rolled up the map and placed it in his inventory.

Before leaving, he took one final look around the bedroom. His eyes landed on a pole resting against the far wall. Moving closer, he saw it was a wooden fishing rod with intricate runes etched into its surface. Could this be the very item she'd used to pull him through dimensional space?

"Appraisal," Harry whispered.

======Voidcaster's Rod | Level: 45 | Epic | Type: Fishing Equipment 

Description: A masterwork fishing rod crafted specifically for angling across dimensional boundaries. The rod's enchanted construction allows it to cast its line through the Void Between, snagging onto anything it encounters regardless of distance. 

*Enables fishing in dimensional rifts and tears in reality 

*The fishing line can extend without limit, but requires the caster's mana to use.

*The line is nearly indestructible, designed to withstand exposure in the Void Between. 

*Can snag onto any object or living thing the line contacts. 

*50% chance to successfully reel in caught targets. 

*Durability: ∞ ======

"What a lucky find.”

He didn't know exactly how useful it would prove, but taking it felt like sweet revenge against the witch. The rod joined his inventory alongside the map.

His search continued. In the bedside drawer, his fingers closed around a small crystal vial filled with swirling, multicoloured liquid. 

"Appraisal."

======Greater Panacea | Epic | Effect: Restoration | Quality: Pristine

Description: An incredibly rare elixir that fully restores all resources. It also purges accumulated toxins and magical strain from extended potion use. Due to its potent effects, the body requires months to process its influence fully. 

*Restores HP, MP, and SP to maximum instantly. 

*Resets the Consumption gauge to zero.

*Resets the Toxicity gauge to zero. 

*Removes all negative status effects and debuffs. 

*Can only be consumed once every three months. Consuming multiple doses within three months may cause severe poisoning. ======

"I could use a few more of these.”

He'd been searching for a way to reset his toxicity gauge for months. Who would have thought he'd find the solution in this hellish place? Without hesitation, Harry uncorked the vial and drank its contents. The effect was immediate. His HP, MP, and SP were all fully restored.

Harry made his way back outside, briefly considering whether to ransack the witch's ingredient collection. The shelves held enough exotic materials to fill a potionmaster's dreams, but his inventory lacked the space for such a haul. Better to focus on escaping this realm while he still could.

Just as he prepared to set out, a thought struck him. The teleportation scroll from the dungeon—would it work from the Abyss? It would transport him directly to the seventh floor, bypassing all the trials and dangers. But Celeste and Jeannie remained trapped on the fifth floor, facing those mirror monsters. He couldn't abandon them, regardless of the personal cost.

Harry started walking in the direction indicated by the map, roughly following the shoreline to his east. If the crude cartography was accurate, he'd need to pass through a large lake to reach the fishing spot. His Nimbus could navigate such terrain easily, but he was too nervous to take flight in this alien environment. Walking allowed him to observe potential threats and find cover if necessary.

The terrain proved treacherous—mostly rocky landscape punctuated by hidden crevices and holes that could break an ankle or send him plummeting downwards. For the next hour, Harry continued his careful progress, his initial anxiety easing when no monsters appeared to challenge him. 

That anxiety returned with a vengeance when a loud growling sound rumbled through the fog.

Harry tensed instantly, every muscle coiled for action. He drew his dagger and scanned the limited visibility around him, heart hammering against his ribs. The noise sounded distinctly feline—not something he wanted to encounter in his current predicament, where he could barely see five metres ahead.

His eyes widened as a large, shadowy form briefly emerged from the fog before vanishing again. Definitely some kind of massive cat. The creature appeared once more, seemingly stalking around him as if evaluating the best angle of attack. Harry prepared himself, and when the form materialised again, he quickly used Scan.

======Cait Sith | Level: 41 | Type: Elite | Fae Beast | HP: 1500/1500 | MP: 800/800 

Primary Attributes: Agility: 60 | Intelligence: 55 | Perception: 60 

Defence: 40 

Primary Skills: 

Razor Claws: Enhanced claw attacks that ignore armour. 

Plague Breath: A harmful attack that can inflict multiple status effects and increases the player's consumption and toxicity gauge.

Spectral Form: Can shift between physical and ethereal states at will, but requires a lot of mana.

Dimensional Step: Short-range teleportation. 

Hypnotic Gaze: Eye contact induces confusion and fear in victims. 

Mimicry - ?????

Monster Traits: 

Feline Grace: Immune to falling damage and movement penalties. 

Speech: Capable of intelligent communication in multiple languages.

Mist Walker: Moves silently and gains combat bonuses in foggy conditions. 

Shape Shifter: Can assume human form for limited periods. 

======

Exp: 1400 [Base 1195 + 5 per level] 

Loot: 500 pounds; Cait Sith Whisker; ???? 

Bestiary Entry: 0/1 defeated

======

Description: An ancient fae creature that dwells between the mortal world and the realm of spirits. Cait Sith are known for their cunning intelligence and capricious nature, equally likely to aid or devour those they encounter. This particular specimen has made the area its hunting ground, preying on anything it can lay its eyes on. ======

“Should have saved the panacea,” Harry muttered.

The monster was strong. He was woefully outmatched but refused to go down without a fight.

The feline opened its mouth and spoke, but the words that emerged were incomprehensible. When Harry remained silent, the Cait Sith tried again in a different tongue, this one harsh and guttural with rolling consonants.

Still nothing.

The creature's eyes narrowed slightly, and it cycled through three more alien languages. Finally, it settled on English, though the accent was strange, with elongated vowels.

"Can you understand me now, human?"

"Yes.”

"You're not from around here. Not many boys would be foolish enough to venture out here on their own." The Cait Sith's tail swished lazily through the fog as it continued circling him. 

"No choice in the matter," Harry said. "Got kidnapped by a pervert witch and now I'm speaking to a talking cat. This day can't get any stranger."

"Your day is about to get even more interesting. But only briefly."

Harry tensed. "Do we really have to fight? If you're hungry, I know some witches who would be more tasty than I."

"Are you trying to fool me, human? I know who you're referring to. That hedge witch is not to be messed with. Even I wouldn't risk her wrath for a meal."

"Worth a try."

The Cait Sith threw back its head and released a bone-chilling roar. Without further warning, it lunged.

Harry barely managed to dodge aside as massive claws raked through the space where he'd been standing. The creature's speed was incredible—far beyond anything he could match naturally. He quickly activated Wind Dash and dodged the next swipe just in time. The creature growled, unleashing a series of swipes that Harry managed to keep up with. 

Now they were more evenly matched in terms of speed, but the Cait Sith possessed a feline grace that Harry couldn't replicate. It twisted mid-air, landing silently despite its massive size, and immediately pounced again.

Harry raised both hands, magical energy flowing through his fingers as he summoned his strongest offensive spell. 

Four wind blades materialised above each palm, and he launched them at the creature. 

The Cait Sith activated its Spectral Form ability, becoming translucent just as the wind blades reached it. Most of the projectiles passed harmlessly through its ethereal body, though two managed to connect as it solidified, drawing thin lines of blood across its shoulder.

Harry didn't pause. He immediately began casting again, summoning another volley of Whirlwind Blades. The skill was a cheat, but using it drained mana. If he could make it keep burning through its magic reserves...

The Cait Sith vanished entirely. Claws raked across his back before he could react.

Harry's HP: 330/450

Pain flared across his back, but Harry forced himself to roll forward rather than stumble. He spun around, launching another dual-cast of Whirlwind Blades at point-blank range. The creature tried to go spectral again, but this time Harry had anticipated the move. He'd aimed where it would be when it solidified.

Six of the eight blades connected, carving deep furrows across the Cait Sith's chest and flanks. It yowled in pain and fury, blood matting its dark fur.

The battle fell into a deadly rhythm. Harry would cast his Whirlwind Blades, forcing the creature to expend mana on defensive abilities. The Cait Sith would counter-attack with its superior agility and devastating claw strikes. Neither could land a decisive blow—Harry's magic was powerful but mana-intensive, while the creature's attacks were lethal but Harry's enhanced speed kept him barely ahead of its strikes.

The Cait Sith suddenly reared back, its chest expanding as it drew in a massive breath. Harry recognised the stance from the creature's skill list—Plague Breath. He threw himself sideways with desperate speed, but the creature had anticipated his dodge. As noxious green vapour erupted from its maw, the Cait Sith's claws swept through the space Harry was diving toward.

Harry felt the claws tear through his side. The impact sent him tumbling across the rocky ground, his vision blurring from the sudden, overwhelming pain.

Harry's HP: 75/450

He gasped, tasting blood in his mouth as he struggled to his feet. The wounds were deep—deeper than anything he'd taken so far. 

Harry fumbled for an HP potion with shaking hands, downing it before the Cait Sith could press its advantage. He spent the next minute getting back to full health, desperately avoiding the monster’s attacks. 

As the fight dragged on, Harry found himself adjusting to the Cait Sith's patterns. He learned to read the subtle shifts in its posture that preceded its dimensional teleportation, the way its muscles bunched before a particularly vicious swipe. But his spells weren't dealing enough damage to end the fight quickly, and his mana reserves were dwindling faster than the creature's health.

A stalemate balanced on a knife's edge. One mistake would prove fatal.

The Cait Sith pressed its advantage, using rapid Dimensional Steps to attack from multiple angles. Harry barely managed to avoid its claws each time. During one particularly close call, the creature's claws raked his arm, drawing blood.

Harry's HP: 210/450

He downed another strike as he backpedalled. The potion closed his wounds rapidly, but couldn't erase the pain or replace the blood he'd lost.

The creature was flagging too. Its movements had slowed, and it was breathing heavily between attacks. Blood loss from Harry's successful strikes was taking its toll.

As the Cait Sith's health dropped into critical territory, Harry prepared what he hoped would be a finishing blow. He raised both hands, gathering his remaining mana for one final dual-cast of Whirlwind Blades.

The creature began to transform.

Harry froze, his spell half-formed, as the massive feline shape twisted and reformed. Limbs elongated, fur receded, and within seconds, a woman stood before him in the fog. A woman with familiar auburn hair and bright green eyes.

His mother. Lily Potter.

"Harry," she said, her voice exactly as he remembered from the memory. "It's your mother. Forgive me for attacking you. I cannot control the beast."

The psychological impact hit him like a physical blow. Even knowing it had to be a trick, seeing her face made his breath catch in his throat. How could the monster know what she looked like? How could it capture every detail so perfectly?

"Harry, please," Lily continued, scrambling backwards with tears in her eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you. The curse makes me attack anyone who comes near."

Harry found himself taking a step forward. Every rational part of his mind screamed that this was an illusion, but his heart rebelled against the logic. This was his mother. She needed his help.

Then he noticed her eyes.

The expression was wrong—too measured, too cold beneath the facade of maternal concern. The real Lily Potter would never look at her son like a piece of meat.

Harry stopped advancing and raised his hands, Whirlwind Blades materialising above his palms once more.

"Tell me how you know my mother," Harry said, "or I'll kill you now."

The creature's voice changed back to its original voice. "I don't know her. But I can extract memories from my victim’s minds and mimic those who are most precious to them."

Harry nodded. That had to be the skill with the question marks in its status. He was surprised that the Occulmens ring didn’t shield him from the mind invasion. It was a type of Legilimency, but more limited and instinctive.

"Let's make a deal," Harry said. "You answer my questions, and I will let you go."

"How do I know I can trust you, human?"

"You don't have a choice."

The creature considered this for several long moments. "Ask your questions."

"First, change back into your real form. I don't like looking at my mother while hearing your voice."

The Cait Sith transformed back. Blood still matted its fur, and it favoured its left side where several of Harry's wind blades had connected.

"I know this is the Abyss Realm," Harry said. "But where did the dimensional tear come from? How can it connect to other places?"

"I don't know. It's been there since I came to this territory." 

Harry frowned. He'd hoped for more concrete information about the rift's origin. He had a theory that Adam had created the rift in the Tower dungeon due to the floor’s design. However, he couldn’t prove it.

"The witch who captured me spoke about the Azure Tower. What is it?"

"It belongs to Leviathan. She owns this territory."

"Territory?"

"The Abyss Realm is broken up into nine territories, and each is ruled by a powerful entity. This territory is known as the Azure Archipelago."

"An actual Leviathan? Like a huge sea snake?"

"No one knows her true form, as witnessing it usually means death. But she has a human form that she usually shows to others."

"How powerful is this Leviathan? Compared to you?"

"She could squash me with a single finger. No one messes with a Queen."

The word hit Harry like a thunderbolt. Queen. He knew exactly what that meant, and the implications were immense. He remembered Fleur telling him about the Veela conclave in the Abyss Realm—how they were after her because she possessed a Queen's potential. Could it be that they wanted to raise her to become something like this Leviathan, so they could claim their own territory?

"Are you going to let me go now, human?" The Cait Sith's voice broke through his thoughts. "Our fight may have attracted other predators."

Harry forced himself to focus. "One more question. Are there any monsters in the sky I have to worry about? I need to pass over the lake to reach my destination."

"There are some, but they aren't that strong. I would avoid the lake at all costs, though. A terrifying predator frequently uses it to bathe."

A loud growl sounded in the distance, causing Harry's head to jerk up. Another Caith Sith.

"One of your friends? Family?" Harry asked. 

"We are solitary hunters. It will see me as food."

"Then this is where we part."

Harry quickly pulled his Nimbus from his inventory and mounted it, the action surprising the wounded creature. He oriented himself using his mini-map, checking the direction toward the fishing spot.

Without looking back, he kicked off from the rocky ground and shot into the fog-shrouded sky. Although he couldn’t see very well, he would risk it. He was tired of this place and wanted to leave as soon as he could.. It was clearly above his pay grade. 

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Harry flew over the lake, the fog parting before his Nimbus.

The rift lay just beyond this obstacle. Freedom beckoned from the far shore—assuming he could enter the dimensional tear once he reached it. Normal gates possessed clear entry points, and the portal he'd used to escape the Shadowlands dungeon had functioned the same way.

But rifts were different. If the inhabitants of this realm avoided them, something had to be fundamentally wrong with these passages. Although he made it through alive, how was he supposed to navigate it without something pulling him through? What exactly was the Void Between?

The fog thickened as he reached deeper water, reducing visibility to almost nothing. His progress slowed, forced to navigate by instinct rather than sight. 

Minutes crawled past. The lake seemed larger than the witch's crude map had suggested, or perhaps the fog distorted his sense of distance and speed. He checked his mini-map, hoping for guidance, but the display showed only emptiness. He was flying too high to map the ground.

Another few minutes and—

Movement exploded through the mist beside him.

Harry's peripheral vision caught the massive shape rising from the fog, fingers spread wide enough to crush his entire body. He cried out, yanking the Nimbus sharply upward. The broom responded instantly, shooting skyward as enormous fingertips brushed the air where he'd been flying.

A roar detonated across the lake. The sound struck him like a physical blow, nearly toppling him from his mount as the sheer volume assaulted his eardrums. The fog scattered before the sonic blast, revealing the nightmare that had tried to snatch him from the sky.

A colossal head broke through the fog. One eye dominated the creature's face—a single, malevolent orb that tracked his movement. 

The text above the giant's head revealed details that made Harry's blood freeze.

Cyclops - Giant Race - Level 124.

"Bloody hell," Harry breathed.

Harry didn't linger to exchange pleasantries. He leaned forward on his broom, coaxing every ounce of speed from the Nimbus.

The Cyclops lunged upward, massive arms sweeping through the air where Harry had hovered moments before. Its roar followed him as he streaked away.

Huge splashes erupted behind him as the creature gave chase. Harry glanced back, watching the huge figure wade easily through the deep water. 

The splashing grew fainter as Harry increased the distance between them. The Cyclops possessed incredible size and strength, but couldn't match a flying broomstick for speed. Still, Harry maintained his frantic pace until the sounds faded entirely, swallowed by the returning fog.

Only when he reached the far shore did he allow himself to slow down. His hands trembled slightly as he guided the Nimbus toward solid ground, adrenaline still flooding his system.

"This place is fucking insane."

He landed on the ground, then pulled the witch's map from his inventory to check his progress. The final stretch of his journey. He resumed flying, maintaining his pace, no longer caring about being cautious. There couldn’t be anything out there as terrifying as the Cyclops. 

Harry flew closer to the ground as he approached the fishing spot. Ahead, a light shone through the fog. It had to be the rift.

His expression soured when he reached the fishing spot. Dozens of rifts clustered together, each one a wavering distortion in the air. None of them had any visible identifying marks.

How was he supposed to know which one led back to the Tower dungeon?

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The woman shifted on her throne, fingers drumming an agitated rhythm against the armrest. A mask concealed her features; the ornate covering bore the image of a snarling sea dragon.

Water cascaded down the chamber walls, flowing between murals depicting sea monsters locked in a titanic battle. The pool at the chamber's centre remained still as black glass, its depths impenetrable. 

"Kael. Get in here."

Bubbles erupted from the dark water. A figure emerged, water streaming from his blue-scaled armour. The man's mask mirrored his queen's design, though his featured a more subdued pattern.

He stepped out of the pool, holding a long spear in one hand. "How may I serve you, Queen Leviathan?"

Her drumming fingers stilled. "Someone has entered my territory. A boy who feels strangely familiar. The same as that woman."

Kael's posture straightened. "Could he be related to her?"

"We'll soon find out. Go retrieve him."

Kael bowed deeply before diving back into the pool. 

Leviathan remained motionless on her throne, staring at the now-calm surface. "I won't let another one of you escape."

If the boy were related to the woman, he could be used as a bargaining chip. Then she could rectify the mistake she'd made all those years ago.

So, what do you think? Who is Leviathan referring to? Could it be Lily Potter?

Thanks for reading.