Harry Potter: The Legend of Nero Ravenclaw-Chapter 155: Predators in the Ruins

The air was thick with the scent of blood and ozone, the remnants of lightning still crackling through the ruins.

Nero’s chest heaved, his body screaming in pain as he pressed his back against a shattered wall, his blue frost eyes scanning the battlefield.

The beasts of the Shatterveil were monstrous.

The ones attacking moved on all fours, their limbs twisted and elongated, their bodies covered in ragged fur that dripped with acidic saliva.

Their eyes gleamed a sickly yellow, pupils slitted like a snake’s.

The air around them shimmered with unstable magic, warping as they moved, flickering in and out of existence like phantoms.

The Black Talons fought desperately, their wands flashing as they hurled curses and spells at the beasts.

Fire roared, air distorted, and the ground shattered under the force of their magic.

They shouted commands, trying to form a defensive line, but the creatures were relentless.

A Talon screamed as claws ripped through his chest, his body crumpling to the ground before he could even raise a shield.

Another fired a chain of curses, only to be pounced on from behind, his dying scream cut off by jagged teeth.

They were being torn apart.

Their formation crumbled, discipline breaking under the onslaught.

Some tried to flee, but the beasts followed, dashing to keep up with their prey.

Others fought to the end, their spells growing frantic, wild with desperation.

Nero didn’t stay idle. He fired off curses as he moved, blasting beasts away with waves of fire, buying himself precious seconds.

His wand slashed through the air, igniting the ground beneath them, forcing the creatures to leap back.

He fought as he ran, his attacks calculated, precise.

But the beasts were relentless.

They tore through his flames, fur burning as they lunged, teeth bared.

Nero Apparated ten meters ahead, turning to fire another spell.

A cyclone of fire exploded behind him, swallowing the creatures in a vortex of flames.

Their howls shook the ruins, the air vibrating with their rage.

But more were coming, attracted by the scent of blood and magic.

Nero gritted his teeth. He couldn’t stay here.

He had to keep on moving, to escape before they surrounded him.

Nero’s heart pounded as he fought, spells ripping through the air, fire roaring as he forced the creatures back.

But they kept coming, eyes glowing with hunger.

They were drawn to his magic. To his blood.

He didn’t have long before they all turned on him.

One of the creatures lifted its head, nostrils flaring as it caught his scent, preferring him over the Black Talons.

Its yellow eyes locked onto his, lips pulling back to reveal rows of jagged teeth.

It roared, a sound that shook the stones beneath his feet.

More and more turned, their eyes glowing with hunger.

Nero’s grip tightened on his wand. He could feel the exhaustion weighing him down, the burns on his shoulder throbbing with every heartbeat.

He couldn’t keep this up eternally. Not against these numbers.

But he refused to die here.

He raised his wand. "Glacius Maxima!"

A wave of frost surged from his wand, the air around him crystallizing as the temperature plummeted.

The creatures lunged, and froze mid-attack, their bodies encased in jagged ice.

Nero’s eyes gleamed coldly. He flicked his wand. "Diffindo!"

The frozen creatures shattered, shards of ice and flesh scattering across the ruins.

A vortex of fire erupted around him, spiraling outward in a blazing cyclone.

The heat was blistering, the flames roaring as they expanded, consuming the ground around him.

The creatures shrieked, recoiling from the inferno, their bodies flickering as the magic warped around them.

One lunged through the flames, its fur catching fire as it swiped at him.

Nero sidestepped, the claws grazing his side, pain searing through his ribs.

He retaliated, his wand slashing through the air.

A spear of fire shot forward, piercing the creature’s chest.

It howled, convulsing as the flames spread through its body, igniting from the inside out.

It collapsed, limbs twitching as the fire consumed it.

But there were more. Always more.

They circled the flames, growling, their yellow eyes watching him.

Nero’s vision blurred, his body swaying. He needed to escape. Fast.

His eyes flicked upward, catching sight of his Shikigami eagle circling high above.

Their paper wings glinted faintly in the smoke, the view from above feeding into his mind.

A path.

An opening through the ruins, winding between crumbling pillars and shattered walls.

It led deeper into the Shatterveil, away from the beasts.

He didn’t hesitate.

Nero Apparated, the space warping as he flickered ten meters forward, his body stumbling as he landed.

His legs screamed in protest, but he forced himself to move, running toward the gap.

The beasts howled, their bodies flickering as they gave chase, slipping through the ruins like shadows.

They were fast. Too fast.

Nero didn’t look back.

He Apparated again, flickering ten meters ahead, the distance growing.

But the creatures were fast, dashing madly over the ruins, their limbs stretching in unnatural ways, their bodies contorting to slip through gaps and cracks.

They moved with terrifying speed, their snarls echoing off the stone, claws scraping as they closed the distance.

Nero gritted his teeth, firing curses over his shoulder, flames erupting to block their path.

But they leaped over the fires, their bodies twisting through the air, jaws snapping as they pursued him.

His lungs burned, every breath sharp and ragged.

The pain in his shoulder throbbed, blood seeping down his arm, but he couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t slow down.

Not if he wanted to live.

His Shikigami eagle flew above, guiding him through the labyrinth of ruins, showing him each turn before he reached it.

He weaved through broken arches, ducking beneath crumbling beams, his boots skidding on the shattered stone.

A shadow flickered to his right.

Nero twisted, his wand slashing.

A wall of fire burst from the ground, roaring to life, cutting off the creature lunging toward him.

It slammed into the flames, its fur igniting, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.

It shrieked, thrashing before crumbling to ash.

But the others didn’t stop.

They leaped over the flames, bounding across the ruins, jaws snapping as they closed the distance.

Nero Apparated again, pain ripping through his shoulder, the wound burning as he pushed his body to its limits.

He was running out of time.

The Shikigami led him through a narrow alley, the walls pressing close as he squeezed through the gap.

The creatures tore through the stone, ripping the walls apart as they pursued him, their bodies warping to fit through the cracks.

Nero stumbled out the other side, feet hitting open ground.

He could see the path stretching before him, leading deeper into the Shatterveil.

He took one step forward...

And the ground shattered.

A massive creature burst from the earth, its body covered in jagged scales, its eyes burning with a crimson light.

It stood on six legs, each one twisted and deformed, its tail lashing behind it like a whip.

The ground trembled as it roared, its mouth splitting open to reveal rows of spiraling teeth.

Nero’s heart skipped a beat.

An apex hunter of the Shatterveil.

Nearly indestructible.

It lunged.

Nero didn’t think.

He Apparated, the ground where he stood exploding beneath the creature’s claws.

He landed behind it, wand already moving.

A flood of fire surged forward, washing over the Predator’s scales.

The flames hissed, burning brightly, and then faded, absorbed by the creature’s skin.

It turned, its crimson eyes gleaming.

Nero’s breath hitched. It fed on fire.

The Predator roared, charging again, the ground quaking under its weight.

Nero ran.

He didn’t look back as the earth shattered behind him, stone splintering beneath the creature’s fury.

He followed the Shikigami, weaving through the ruins, the Predator crashing through the stone like a living earthquake.

The path narrowed, a broken archway looming ahead.

Nero poured the last of his strength into one final Apparition, flickering through the arch just as the Predator lunged.

It slammed into the stone, the archway collapsing behind him, sealing the path.

Nero stumbled, falling to his knees, his body trembling with exhaustion.

The roars echoed behind him, muffled by the rubble.

He had escaped.

For now.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

50 Chapters ahead on Patreon (Suiijin): Chapter 205: The Black Vow - The Duel

This content is taken from fr𝒆ewebnove(l).com