The Clash goes on (Voldi Vs Dumbledore pt.2)

The tremors from Dumbledore and Voldemort's clash rippled through the battlefield, shaking the ground as though the earth itself feared the outcome. The sky above had darkened, heavy clouds swirling unnaturally as lightning flashed, casting sharp shadows over the two warring titans.

The crowd of students, Death Eaters, and magical creatures kept their distance, frozen in awe and terror. Even the most hardened combatants had paused to witness this monumental duel.

Voldemort grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Is this the real Albus Dumbledore? Not the kindly, foolish old man, but the warrior you've always been underneath?"

Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes locked onto Voldemort, his voice steady and calm, yet tinged with unyielding resolve. "If you sought to meet the limits of my power, Tom, you'll find none. But I will show you the consequences of your choices."

Voldemort's wand snapped through the air, unleashing a torrent of sickly green fire. The flames roared forward, consuming the space between him and Dumbledore with ferocious speed.

Dumbledore twirled his wand in an elegant arc, conjuring a spiral of freezing water that clashed with the flames. Steam exploded from the collision, shrouding the field in an impenetrable mist.

The fog became Voldemort's playground. Dark tendrils of magic lashed out from the mist, coiling around Dumbledore's limbs in an attempt to immobilize him. But with a mere flick of his wrist, Dumbledore transfigured the tendrils into harmless butterflies, which scattered into the mist.

"Pathetic tricks," Voldemort spat, stepping forward.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You mistake patience for weakness, Tom. Allow me to correct you."

A thunderclap roared as Dumbledore slammed his foot into the ground, sending a shockwave of pure force that dispersed the mist and hurled Voldemort backward. The Dark Lord recovered mid-air, twisting gracefully and firing an explosive volley of crimson bolts.

Dumbledore moved with unparalleled precision, deflecting each bolt with pinpoint accuracy. His counterattack came swiftly—a wave of golden energy that expanded outward, reshaping the battlefield into a maze of glowing runes and jagged stone walls.

Voldemort snarled as he found himself ensnared in the labyrinth. The walls shimmered with protective enchantments, and the air buzzed with latent magic. He fired a series of destructive curses at the nearest wall, but they fizzled out harmlessly against the ancient wards.

"This will not hold me, Albus!" Voldemort bellowed.

"It's not meant to hold you," Dumbledore's voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. "It's meant to test you."

The runes on the walls flared to life, releasing spectral forms of magical beasts—griffins, basilisks, and thestrals—each radiating deadly intent. They charged at Voldemort, their ethereal forms immune to most conventional magic.

The Dark Lord unleashed his fury, summoning a storm of black blades that sliced through the spectral beasts. But for every creature he vanquished, two more took its place.

Voldemort roared, his magic erupting in a violent surge that obliterated a section of the maze. He stepped through the rubble, his breathing heavy but his resolve unshaken.

"Your tricks won't save you, old man!"

Dumbledore appeared atop one of the remaining walls, his robes flowing like water. With a sharp motion, he directed a column of searing light to crash down upon Voldemort.

The Dark Lord conjured a shimmering black dome that absorbed the attack, then retaliated by launching the dome outward in a shockwave of dark energy. Dumbledore leapt gracefully, landing on the ground below as the shockwave obliterated the maze.

The two wizards faced each other again, their power causing the very air around them to hum.

"You've improved, Tom," Dumbledore admitted. "But improvement without purpose is a hollow pursuit."

"Purpose?" Voldemort sneered. "My purpose is power. And power alone will determine the victor tonight."

Voldemort lunged forward, his wand a blur as he launched a barrage of spells. Dumbledore met him head-on, parrying each spell with his own as they closed the distance between them.

When they were within arm's reach, Voldemort aimed a sharp jab at Dumbledore's chest. The Headmaster caught the blow with his free hand, twisting Voldemort's arm and delivering a swift kick to his midsection.

Voldemort staggered but recovered quickly, using his momentum to deliver a spinning backhand with his wand, which Dumbledore ducked under with ease.

Their movements became a blur of strikes and counters, each blending magic and martial arts in a deadly dance. Dumbledore's elegance contrasted with Voldemort's ferocity, but neither gained the upper hand.

Their duel escalated, both combatants summoning elemental forces to aid them. Voldemort conjured a whirlwind of razor-sharp shards of ice, while Dumbledore retaliated with a tidal wave of molten rock. The two forces collided, creating a chaotic storm of steam and debris that engulfed the battlefield.

As the storm cleared, Dumbledore and Voldemort stood at the center of the devastation, their auras blazing like opposing suns.

"This battle is far from over," Voldemort hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Dumbledore's expression hardened. "Indeed, it's only just begun."

The spectators could barely comprehend what they were witnessing. Harry, standing among the students and professors, felt a mixture of awe and urgency. He knew this battle would decide more than just the fate of Hogwarts—it would shape the future of the wizarding world.

Despite their fears, the onlookers couldn't tear their eyes away. The sheer magnitude of the duel was unlike anything they had ever seen.

As the battle raged on, the forces of light and darkness clashed in the background, their struggles seeming almost insignificant compared to the titanic duel unfolding at the heart of the battlefield.

Dumbledore and Voldemort paused momentarily, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. They both knew the next phase of the battle would push them to their limits.

With a simultaneous roar, they unleashed their full power, their spells colliding in a blinding explosion of light and shadow that lit up the night sky.

The battle was far from over.

To Be Continued...