Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Faced with Sargeras' threatening words, Alaric, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"No! You can't do it!" Alaric said loudly. "Perhaps one day we will face death, but at least today, destruction will not fall upon us—and it will certainly not fall upon Azeroth. 

All your schemes, all your plans will ultimately fail, because Azeroth has more than just the guardian dragons. We are here to protect it. 

We mortals, those who love this world, will stand against you! Even Medivh himself would give everything to stop you!"

Alaric's words were like a signal, instantly understood by Aegwynn.

"My child!" the sorceress shouted, maintaining her beam of prismatic light. "I believe you're still there. Your soul must still exist, and you can hear us. 

You are still fighting Sargeras' corruption. I've always known you were the best, the kindest child. 

I've always been proud of you! I'm sorry, so sorry that my carelessness brought you to this point. But now, you must stand up and fight with us against this demon. Save Azeroth. I beg you, my child!"

It was as if Medivh's soul, still within his body, had heard Alaric's declaration, his mother's call, or perhaps responded out of an enduring kindness and sense of responsibility.

The other soul within the body—Medivh's own—suddenly began to fight back violently.

Sargeras—or rather, Medivh—looked dazed. The flames on his body and the horns on his head flickered in and out of existence. 

Although he still maintained the magic barrier, it was clear that the two souls had begun to wrestle for control once again.

Faced with this rare opportunity, Alaric pulled out his trump card.

"Chronoshatter!"

At that moment, the fundamental rules of the world were altered by magic.

It was as if a god of creation had pressed the pause button. The entire world fell into stillness.

The furious breaths of the three guardian dragons, which had been like raging storms, froze as intricate illusions in the void, while the energy ripples on the magic barrier appeared vividly, like an artist's meticulous brushstrokes.

Garona and Lothar, known for their agility, froze mid-action in bizarre, unbalanced poses. Garona was mid-leap, her body tilted forward, just narrowly dodging a deadly energy blast. Lothar stood with his sword raised high, ready to cleave through an incoming energy missile.

In the corner, the prematurely aged Khadgar, weakened from excessive life force extraction, struggled to drag a standard Stormwind greatsword as he attempted to circle behind Sargeras for a surprise strike.

Ahead, Sargeras hovered high, his arms stretched forward to sustain the magic barrier. But his eyes were filled with turmoil and confusion, the internal struggle of souls making him hesitate. A violent storm of energy surged around him, endlessly pouring into his body.

The previously chaotic battlefield now resembled a vast, lifelike sculpture, still and vivid, a masterpiece to be admired at leisure.

Yet, Alaric's rapidly depleting mana served as a stark reminder that this stasis was merely the effect of time magic.

Alaric reminded himself not to be distracted by irrelevant matters. He had to act swiftly and complete his preparations before the spell ended.

This was likely his only chance. If Sargeras became aware, Medivh's soul would never again have the opportunity to challenge him.

Drawing his Endless Blade, Alaric sprinted toward Sargeras.

"So after all this, as a mage, I still have to solve problems with a sword…"

He chuckled wryly to himself, finally positioning himself behind Sargeras.

One step back. Two steps. Three steps.

—The time stop spell was about to end.

Four steps. Five steps. Six steps.

—Three seconds.

Alaric began his approach.

—Two seconds.

He gripped the Endless Blade with both hands, his muscles taut, ready to strike.

—One second.

Alaric reached Sargeras' back, leapt with explosive force, and thrust the sword forward with both hands.

—Time stop ended.

In Alaric's eyes, the world roared back to life.

The dragons' fiery breaths resumed, the ripples on the magic barrier surged.

Garona began to descend, the energy blast narrowly missing her head, while Lothar brought his sword down, splitting the magic missile before him.

Khadgar pressed forward, but his weakened state caused him to stumble.

Sargeras seemed to sense something and strained to turn his head.

But it was too late.

Alaric had completed all his preparations before time resumed.

As the stasis ended, Alaric, leaping high, appeared behind Sargeras. His Endless Blade was mere millimeters from the demon king's back.

Before Sargeras could react, inertia carried Alaric forward, completing the strike.

The Endless Blade, forged from top-tier materials and imbued with multiple enchantments, rivaled any legendary weapon in sharpness. Its powerful anti-magic properties and immense impact allowed its tip to pierce Sargeras' skin effortlessly. The blade drove into his body, through his heart, and emerged from his chest.

"It is you who shall face destruction!" the young mage declared softly.

Sargeras could no longer maintain his magic. Under the force of inertia, Alaric carried him forward several meters before they both crashed to the ground.

The magic barrier, now unmaintained, finally collapsed. The blue radiance dissipated into the air, but thanks to the skill of the three guardian dragons and the former Guardian of Tirisfal, they managed to halt their attacks in time, avoiding any friendly fire.

No longer harried by deadly magical missiles, Garona and Lothar sprinted toward where Sargeras had fallen.

There, Alaric knelt on one knee, the Endless Blade buried deep in Sargeras—or rather, Medivh's—chest. The latter leaned forward, arms supporting his weight on the ground, still clinging to life.

"So… it has come to this," the astral mage said weakly. "I just didn't expect… it would be you… and a sword…"

"I'm sorry," Alaric said sadly. "I'm sorry I was late. Sorry I didn't know all this sooner. Now, all I can do is stop you and break the cycle you couldn't escape."

Medivh sighed laboriously, his expression softening.

"I never wanted to hurt anyone," he said. "I just wanted… my own life."

As he spoke, his trembling hand gathered magical energy in his palm, preparing to scramble Alaric's mind as he had with Lothar.

But Alaric calmly pressed down on the Endless Blade. The runes on the sword lit up with magical brilliance, nullifying Medivh's spell.

This was yet another effect of its anti-magic enchantment.

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