The earthy stench mixed with the scorched smell of metal assaulted his senses. Ian stood on the streets of this city floating in the sky, surrounded by collapsed stone pillars and buildings destroyed by his own collision.
Truth be told.
Although this city wasn't friendly to Ian, he wouldn't deny that it looked truly magical, with many plants and fruit trees flourishing here.
Far surpassing the greenery levels of most cities Ian knew. Especially the artistic layout style, indeed having the aesthetic of the mythical Divine Residence.
Of course.
Now, due to the destruction caused by Ian in many places, it strangely added a touch of broken beauty. However, because people have all fled, the city seemed somewhat desolate.
Especially due to the strange phenomenon caused by Ian's recent transformation into Raven Form.
This made the atmosphere even more oppressive.
The sky still showed rolling eerie black mist, as if tainted by some ancient power. In the distance, faintly the screams of wizards and the wailing of the wind could be heard.
"Hehehe~"
The baby laughed in the trembling woman's arms as if unfazed by the fear felt by its mother. Sunlight gathered in her outstretched hand directed at Ian.
Regardless of the presence.
Or the shape of the energy.
It was so familiar to the little wizard.
That's why Ian was stunned because he recognized the baby.
"Is she the Sun God's daughter?" Ian's Adam's apple moved as he felt the invisible hand of destiny, seemingly guiding him to meet someone he must encounter.
"The Fierce Goddess... in her childhood?"
Ian, filled with both suspicion and uncertainty, carefully observed. The crescent mark of power faintly visible on the child's forehead confirmed for Ian—it was the mark symbolizing the Fierce Goddess.
He had seen this mark not long ago on the priest related to the Fierce Goddess. Clearly, for divine spirits, innate power marks were likely their unique symbols.
"So, what kind of arrangement is this?"
Ian muttered to himself.
Reflections of the baby's innocent face filled his pupils.
The baby girl's eyes, however, shone with a familiar radiance, as if one day she would grow into that seemingly brainless god who only knew to battle heaven and earth.
To be honest.
The feeling of being unable to discern the situation might be a "defect" present since childhood. Clearly, even though her mother was terrified, the young Fierce Goddess kept smiling endlessly at Ian.
"When you become a skeleton, you won't be able to laugh anymore... Love can nurture flesh; should I take her mother back? Then she might gain abundant maternal love?"
This was of course just Ian's sudden whim.
He didn't really think acting this way would work.
He slowly approached.
And the woman immediately retreated.
Emitting a low growl from her throat, like a warning. Her fingers gripped the baby tightly, as if ready to fight to the death if Ian took another step.
"I won't harm you." Ian spoke, trying to calm her. However, the woman evidently couldn't understand his language, her eyes getting more frightened, lips trembling, uttering a few obscure syllables. She hugged the baby even tighter, her withered fingers digging deep into the child's tender swaddling.
Clearly.
The difference in language.
Prevented Ian from communicating with the woman, making her think Ian was planning to take her child away, so despite her fear, she braced herself for a confrontation with Ian.
Putting aside species lacking maternal love and humanity, simply discussing loving men and women. Fatherly love is great, but motherly love is the most selfless and courageous force in the world, countless true stories prove that when facing danger, even if filled with fear, a mother can muster astonishing courage to protect her child.
Life is often like this.
Animals are the same; mothers aren't born brave, they too fear the dark, pain, and unknown dangers. But when a mother sees her child threatened, fear no longer obstructs but becomes another form of alertness. Her heart races, not to retreat, but to prepare for battle.
Her hands tremble not from weakness, but from gathering strength.
At this moment.
The woman in the black robe was in such a state, her forehead also glowing with a mark symbolizing power, like she was ready to fight Ian to the bitter end despite being futile.
"Uh..."
To be honest.
Seeing this scene.
Ian felt a bit apprehensive too.
Of course.
It wasn't because the other party possessed magic power as strong as his, but despite his ability to transform into Raven Form and be immune to magic, he still had some reverence for the main theme of this world.
The story of Harry Potter is a story of maternal love, mothers demonstrating through actions that love is not just gentle care but also unflinchingly standing up in the face of danger. No power compares to motherly love, once it erupts, miracles of love happen—that's the most magical power in the Harry Potter World.
Voldemort fell to such a power.
At this moment.
How was it not like a "misunderstood version" of that scene's recreation? Though Ian knew he wasn't an evil person, he didn't want to be burdened with a "curse of love."
Tom was gone.
Do I have to become Voldemort?
Stop kidding!