Fire and...
There is a burning in his shoulder where Grindelwald’s spell struck, but the pain pours out with the blood, and he rises again.
There is a burning in his brain from all the work it is doing, taking his enemy’s strategy in, spewing out a counterattack.
But there is a great inferno in his heart, where his sister’s voice echoes, and the memory of his brother’s fist crushing his nose is fresh - and where flickers the image of a young blond boy, a best friend’s death, a love lost.
Grindelwald falls to the ground, and suddenly there is only chill.
There is a burning in his brain from all the work it is doing, taking his enemy’s strategy in, spewing out a counterattack.
But there is a great inferno in his heart, where his sister’s voice echoes, and the memory of his brother’s fist crushing his nose is fresh - and where flickers the image of a young blond boy, a best friend’s death, a love lost.
Grindelwald falls to the ground, and suddenly there is only chill.