77 Maribor, Triss and Ruins (End)

"Of all things... it has to be Elemental Djinn! And the one of Death planar of existence at that!" - she stuttered.

Djinn roared at them with no anger, but it still send shivers down the spines of all people here. It floated forward, exuding tremendous magical might in waves of dark force, that engulfed witchers, Triss and Alan alike, making them slid away, as if they were pushed by mighty hurricane wind.

They went further and hid behind walls, but that did little to help remain on foot, as mana became dense and suffocating here, directly pressing them down.

"Now, Alan, do your abra-kadabra and do it fast, or we all be dead." - screamed Lambert through the howling death wind raging around.

Alan only nodded. If all goes well it won't even require any fighting, well, for most part, if not... it still won't be a fight, only one sided slaughter, for magic inside that behemoth is simply unimaginable. He didn't know exactly what can be done to overpower something like that. It is plainly impossible in his humble opinion.

In some sense its very much resembled obscuria, but hundreds if not thousands times stronger and more deadly.

Alan sighed and took out a sphere. It was in no way simple, created from adamantium that looked like gold. All it's surface was covered with ancient Isu runes of such complexity, that even laying your eyes on it will make mind buzz and subconsciousness drift due to meaning of spells inscribed that will pour out almost like an aura, naturally.

Mana inside his body and stored reserve in Eye of Eternium flared up and poured inside it, making carvings shine with golden glow. The consumption was absolutely enormous. If not for years of accumulation of mana in space of the ring, that was enough to suck him dry dozens times over.

'I bet if humans ever used it against Isu or anyone of their own kind, they should have offered not small amount of sacrifices to even try to ignite the primary circuit. This shit is absolutely monstrous.'

Apple of Eden hovered over Alan's palm and made it's entrance with a bang, directly sending a wave of pure soul force to envelop the Djinn and pressure everyone to their knees, only Triss and two witchers found a will to fight it for some time.

The entity in front of Alan, albeit sentient, never had enough intellect to register the need to resist something that it considered harmless and even warm. Coercion of Apple went through all possible defenses and immediately the world around Alan went black and changed.

As a wielder of the artifact he felt a pull and now was standing inside the dinning room of Hogwarts. It was empty, ruined even. And only a huge black entity hovered at the seats of professors.

And then it moved in defiance, assuming an image of a creature known as strongest in the world of witcher and bringing dread to all.

Black dragon as huge as a building pounced at Alan with opened maw.

"You want a fight? In mind scape with me having support of the apple?" - Alan laughed free of any worry and a second later blinding light shot from his own dragon-wolf head slamming at the Djinn and sending it hurling back.

It's huge body, engulfed in black cloud crushed outside to the green fields destroying half of the castle on it's wake.

'Damn, that's fun! I didn't even know I wanted to destroy the thing! Haha!'

Alan followed suite jumping in his no less enormous form of platinum dragon wolf with eyes gradually changing from platinum gold to mostly purple and even his mane started to change color into something darker, but it was nothing alarming, as he felt that his suppressed bloodline instincts kicked in and rapidly offering some kind of transformation.

They roared at each other in rage and clashed on the field like two primordial tempests of might and energy. Everything around was caught in the conflict. Walls were crumbling apart when their minds went on rampage.

Dragon wolf teared apart the side of a dragon and twisted it's body to sent a creature rolling to the side building that immediately went into the air in debris of stone and wood, as if caught in explosion. In it's last second Djinn performed an exemplary tail swipe.

In loud explosive sound it crashed at the chest of the wolf and Alan felt a slight tremor of pain went through his soul, but it immediately restored itself. Speaking about the same experience in soul extinguisher formation.

'So, that was a soul attack, huh. And it seems I really can let loose here, hah!'

Surprisingly he even enjoyed it, all this unreserved destruction. He needed it.

Especially inside the walls of Hogwarts and on the land of the previous world. It was a splendid discharge of all pent-up emotions, that freed his heart even further.

He again pounced at the black lizard with rage and excitement. They bit together, locked claws and fangs in each other soul bodies and rolled all around roaring at the illusion world, created inside the Apple.

Hogwarts was gone. It went completely in ruins and now the Black Forest was ready to follow suite, but the fight was over. Djinn had no more power to resist the towering might of Apple of Eden, that caged it inside.

"So one of the main functions it was created for is not control over humanity, but to imprison their own kind, who trespassed the boundary of law. Who would have though, that Apple of Eden is actually a dimensional prison." - sighed Alan and already smelled trouble due to what he just did.

Still, it used all it's capacity to bind Djinn and won't be able to store anything else. Actually, unless Alan removes the entity from it, Apple of Eden will be just a piece of scrap metal that can't even be used for recycling.

"T-That's it?" - asked flabbergasted Lambert. - "I expected some bang and struggle, but..."

"You idiot!" - screamed Triss at Alan. - "What were you thinking fighting it with your mind? You could have easily died!"

Lambert looked at her with confusion but preferred not to say anything. Giving his sworn enemy in skirt a chance to jeer him? No way, if that happened he won't be Lambert anymore and even taking her surname won't be out of question.

Not like anyone will let him do that.

And then it happened. Something went out deep within the dungeon. It was a wave of the same teleportation magic.

"Lambert." - growled Triss turning her attention to poor witcher. - "You blabbering nauseous nitwit! Can't you shut up for a change?"

"It is not like me saying anything actually created all this shit, no?" - he retorted in returned not to be outdone even now.

"Shut up!" - raged Triss and sighed. She looked at the approaching magical wave and rolled her eyes in helplessness. - "This place suck." - she said and closed her eyes.

"Forced transfer... again?" - Alan moaned in irritation. - "I started to understand Geralt and his hate of this shit. Portals and everything connected to magic travel are evil!"

Right before they were again swept away by the storm of teleportation, Alan put all his belongings inside the ring, including swords. Who knows what might happen? And then he was pushed into another transfer.