บท 1314: The Prime God Level

Inside the castle, Lane stood by the window, his eyes fixated on the chaos outside. The sounds of battle echoed through the stone walls, punctuated by the screams and clash of metal.

"Shouldn't we intervene?" Lane asked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and frustration.

"No one can stop the Dark Lord using brute force. Reaching him through his heart is hard but not impossible. Only Harry could do it." Wulfric, standing beside him, shook his head slowly.

Lane sighed, understanding the weight of Wulfric's words. The headmaster's eyes were filled with a deep sadness, not just for the destruction unfolding but for the lost potential of a student he had once seen so much promise in. Wulfric was one of the few who didn't blame the Dark Lord entirely for what he had become. Instead, he blamed Skyhall for the atrocities they committed against Michael when he was just a few minutes old, setting him on a path of darkness and vengeance.