“Arrrhhh,” Master Snape groaned as a strange sensation surged deep inside him. It wasn’t just pain—it was something more, something unexplainable, twisting through his body like a force beyond comprehension.
His muscles tensed, his breath grew ragged, and yet, despite the overwhelming discomfort, an undeniable power coursed through him, growing stronger by the second.
Master Snape frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing as he instinctively stepped back… It felt like invisible weapons were twisting around him, trying to ensnare him just as they had before.
He had avoided them just in time.
“Just what the hell did you give to me?” His voice was low, edged with fury, as he clenched his fingers into a tight fist. In one swift motion, he slammed his knuckles into the ground with enough force to shatter the stone beneath him. The ground split apart violently, the shockwave tearing through the earth, sending jagged debris flying in all directions. His attack was aimed directly at Dora, who was charging toward him with undeniable killing intent.
Dora’s sharp eyes gleamed as she reacted instantly, kicking off the crumbling ground just in time to avoid being caught in the destruction. Her body twisted in midair, the broken terrain collapsing beneath her, yet she remained perfectly balanced, almost playful as she smirked down at him.
“Nothing but what you so generously gave to those children,” she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement as if she were merely returning a favour.
Master’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing dangerously. That wasn’t possible.
His creations—his carefully crafted experiments—shouldn’t have had that kind of power. If they did, he would have exploited it long ago.
No, this was something else. Dora was hiding something.
Something important!
His muscles tensed, his instincts screaming at him to act. He was just about to lunge at her when—
“Miss me, Master?”
A familiar voice purred from behind him, smooth and confident. Before he could react, a blade of water pressed against his throat, sharp enough to sever his head in an instant.
Sandra.
However—
Master didn’t even flinch. Without hesitation, his fingers snapped up, catching the water knife between them as if it were nothing more than a child’s toy. H
Sandra barely had time to register what had happened before he retaliated, his foot lashing out with brutal force. She barely managed to brace herself before his kick connected, sending her flying backwards.
He chuckled darkly, watching her skid across the broken ground before stopping herself. “As I told you before, you’re far too early to think you can surprise me.” His grin widened as he shifted forward, moving to attack her without a moment’s hesitation.
Sandra wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking despite the pain. “Well, it’s been a while since we fought, hasn’t it?” she mused, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air. “Let’s see how much you’ve improved, shall we?”
With a graceful flick of her wrist, the ground trembled beneath them. In an instant, an enormous wave surged forward, a towering tsunami of water crashing toward him with terrifying speed, its force enough to wipe out anything in its path.
Master didn’t move. He merely grinned, lifting a single hand before snapping his fingers.
Pure white flames erupted from his body, roaring to life in an instant. The moment the holy fire met the water, the tsunami evaporated into nothingness, the steam rising in thick clouds that consumed the battlefield.
Through the dense fog, a blur of movement cut through the haze.
Sandra barely had time to react before she felt a crushing impact.
In the blink of an eye, Master had emerged from the smoke. His fist connected with her stomach, sending her crashing into the ground with such force that the earth cracked beneath her.
BOOM!
She gritted her teeth, pain radiating through her body, but she refused to stay down. Just as she was about to push herself up, a sudden tug on her fingers made her freeze.
Dora.
Without warning, Dora yanked Sandra forward, using her momentum to propel herself toward Master. Her body twisted mid-air, her movements calculated and deadly. She aimed directly for his chest, her fingers outstretched, ready to strike.
However, before she could land the hit, Master’s reflexes kicked in. He jumped back, narrowly dodging the attack.
“Two against one, is that it?” Master mused, amusement flickering in his gaze as he cracked his knuckles. “I suppose that’s more like it. Wouldn’t want to make things too easy for me, now would we?”
Before he could press the attack, another voice cut through the tension.
“Nope~ Nope~Nope~ Three against one.”
Mary’s voice was calm.
Master’s gaze flickered past her, his eyes settling on the tiny hooded figure lying motionless in the cage nearby.
He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. ‘Tsk, everything is useless,’ he thought before shifting his attention back to the trio before him.
“Now this is more like it,” he said with a satisfied smirk. “Wouldn’t want to call myself your Master if I couldn’t handle you three at once, now would I?”
Without another word, he stomped the ground.
Instantly, white flames erupted around him, surging outward like a living entity, hungrily reaching for the trio.
Their eyes widened, but they reacted instantly, leaping away as the flames burst where they had just stood.
Yet, the danger was far from over.
As they continued to move, the very ground beneath them trembled before exploding with white-hot fire, forcing them to keep dodging as the attacks came relentlessly.
“ARRRHHH!!”
Mary let out a scream as a single wisp of fire grazed her, the holy energy searing her skin despite the minimal contact. Her blurry figure flickered under the pain, her body convulsing as the burning sensation refused to fade.
Master laughed, his voice filled with twisted amusement. “Careful now, Mary. My holy power is very dangerous… especially lethal to creatures like you. Do you think you can escape it forever?”
Mary clenched her jaw, her grip tightening as the lingering burn pulsed through her arm. Even a mere brush with his flames was enough to cause excruciating pain.
Suddenly—
BOOOOMMM!!!
Sandra retaliated, using her water like a pressurized cannon, forcing back the flames as a thick smoke screen engulfed the battlefield, shrouding them in darkness.
Master chuckled, “What? You think blinding me will actually help you?” His voice carried through the haze, thick with amusement.
Before he could react, Dora’s voice tore through the air.
“ARRRGHHH!!”
She burst through the smoke, her muscles coiled with raw power. In her hands, she held something impossibly large—a massive mountain. Without hesitation, she brought it crashing down toward him.
BOOOOMMM!
Master caught it with his bare hands.
“You think something like this can stop me?” he sneered. But then, something shifted.
His instincts flared.
Before he could fully process it—
Chucckkk!
Mary’s red sword pierced into his heart… or so she thought until the final movement he used his one hand to deflect it.
Mary clicked her tongue inwardly, but still…
“Fu~Fu~” Mary’s red sword punctured into Master’s stomach.
It was a win for her too.
She pushed the blade in deeper with a wicked smile. “Now, how does it feel… the dark energy sweeping inside you?” She expected him to scream just like her, but—
“Hmm?” Mary frowned, seeing him just grinning at her as if he wasn’t feeling anything at all.
“Oh dear… You still don’t understand.
I am corrupted to the core. Just because I use holy energy doesn’t mean I am pure,” he said as he shook off the broken mountain he was holding and caught Mary’s neck. He didn’t even care to pull out the sword.
“Even your blood curse won’t work on me, dear… You still have a lot to learn, don’t you?” Master said with a wicked smile as he clenched her neck tightly. Mary’s grip on her sword loosened as she groaned, her body lifting slowly off the ground.
“Let her go!!”
Dora appeared out of nowhere, her body a blur of motion as she launched forward, hurling her invisible weapons straight at him with deadly precision. Her movements were swift, almost impossible to track, fueled by pure desperation and anger.
However—
“I can see it now,” Master muttered under his breath, his golden eyes flashing with an unnatural brilliance. It was as if his vision had sharpened beyond any limits, allowing him to perceive what no one else could even begin to comprehend.
Dora barely had time to react before he moved. With a casual flick of his wrist, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, Master caught the invisible weapons midair. He held them effortlessly, his fingers curling around them as though they were no more than mere playthings.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in pure shock.
He had captured them. Just like that.
Not only that—he yanked them.
Dora gasped as an unseen force violently pulled her forward, dragging her straight into his waiting grasp. She barely had a moment to resist before his fingers closed around her throat, securing her in a grip so tight it felt unbreakable.
Before she could even process what was happening—
“ARRRGHHH!!”
A searing, unbearable pain tore through her neck, scorching her skin as if her very soul was being burned alive.
She wasn’t the only one suffering.
Mary let out a scream of her own, her entire body trembling as the same burning sensation spread across her flesh. The unbearable heat sent waves of agony through her, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Shhhh~
Master’s hands were engulfed in pure white flames, the divine energy consuming them like an unrelenting fire from the depths of hell itself.
His grin widened as he watched them struggle, their agony only fueling his amusement.
“Now, tell me, dear… what exactly did you do to me?” His voice was dangerously calm, almost soft, but there was an undeniable cruelty beneath his words. His fingers tightened around their throats, ever so slowly increasing the pressure.
“Arrghh…!”
Yet, neither of them answered.
“Come now,” he coaxed, his tone smooth, almost deceptively gentle. “Just say it, and I promise… I’ll let you go.”
Dora clenched her teeth, refusing to speak despite the torment ravaging her body.
“Arrghh! Fuck, bitch! Just say it already!!” Mary screamed, her voice laced with desperation as she writhed in pain. The fire was eating away at her, and every second felt like an eternity of suffering.
Still, Dora remained silent, her entire body tensed as she endured the torment. Her gaze, despite the agony, remained fixated on the dark lines creeping across Master’s body.
They were growing thicker and thicker!
‘I… I guess he’s reaching the peak,’ Dora thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her vision blurred for a split second.
Just then—
“Did you forget about m—”
“Of course not, dear~”
Master’s voice was laced with amusement as he interrupted without even bothering to turn around. He had sensed her approach long before she had even spoken.
His response was punctuated by a sudden kick, aimed directly at Sandra, who had appeared behind him in an attempt to strike while his focus was on Dora and Mary.
However—
Sandra had expected it.
Her reflexes were razor-sharp, and before his foot could connect, her hands snapped up, catching his leg midair with a firm grip.
“Not bad…” Master mused, nodding slightly in approval, as if acknowledging her effort. But then, his lips curled into a wicked grin.
Before she could react, his foot ignited.
Blinding white flames erupted from his leg, surging forward like a living inferno.
“ARRRGHHH!!”
Sandra let out a piercing scream, her voice raw with agony as the fire latched onto her skin. But it wasn’t just any fire—this was something far worse. It burned deep, searing not only her flesh but her very soul, devouring her from the inside out.
Master tilted his head, watching her struggle with mild curiosity as if he were merely observing an experiment unfold.
“Now… tell me… what exactly did you giv—”
“VICTOR!!! WHERE ARE YOU, VICTOR?!!”
A sudden voice cut through the battlefield.
Master’s brow furrowed, his irritation flickering across his face. The interruption was unexpected. Annoying. Unwanted.
He turned his gaze toward the source of the voice.
A boy stood there, his body covered in dust and bruises, his clothes tattered. His breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily, as if he had fought, struggled, and pushed himself to his absolute limit just to make it here. His face was etched with exhaustion, yet despite the weariness weighing him down, there was something in his eyes—something unshaken.
Determination.
Master frowned, his expression darkening as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“And who the hell is this joker?”