Chapter 323: The Traitor
A loud crack split the air, and everything fractured like a mirror under pressure. Shards of thought splintered away, floating into the void like pieces of broken glass.
The shadow vanished.
The kneeling Adolf blinked out of existence.
And Harry was yanked back into his own body.
He gasped.
His hand jerked away from Adolf’s head, and he stumbled backward, eyes wide and glowing with residual energy.
His heart pounded in his chest, his skin slick with cold sweat despite the heat still lingering in the air.
"What... the hell was that?"
For several moments, he just stood there, breathing hard.
The skill should’ve let him browse Adolf’s memories undisturbed. It should’ve been safe. Controlled. Predictable.
But this?