Chapter 91: Conclusion
The pensieve swirled violently as Dumbledore and Nero stepped out of its depths, the memories of Cassandra's descent still clinging to them like ghosts.
The air in the dimly lit office was thick with unspoken grief, a silence only broken by the crackling of the fireplace.
Dumbledore stood still for a moment, his face a carefully measured mask of sorrow and contemplation. His blue eyes, weary, carried the weight of countless regrets.
"I do not know what happened to her after that," he finally said, his voice quiet but firm.
"Jonathan vanished into the shadows, taking Cassandra with him. I searched, but there was no trace. It was as if she had been erased from existence itself."
Nero said nothing, his mind reeling from everything he had witnessed.
The screams. The rituals.
He had watched Cassandra descend into madness, had felt her anguish, had witnessed her desperation.
The slow decay of a woman who had once dreamed of reshaping the world.
He felt as if a heavy chain had been wrapped around his chest, tightening with every breath.
Dumbledore let out a weary sigh.