INNOVATOR; Ch 44: The Battle of Infinities

Author's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 44 of INNOVATOR. I really hope you will like it.

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“I am Talking.” 

‘I am Thinking’

Spells

"The Damned talking."

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There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.

~Sun Tzu 
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INNOVATOR

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 44: The Battle of Infinities~~

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The moment Harry finished the chant to summon the eternal lord of damnation, everything suddenly stilled down to nothingness.

Almost immediately, the world went quiet… too quiet. 

The howling winds from the north halted, the mighty thunder of the heavens came to a standstill, and the flashes of lightning dimmed down to nothingness. The cracking of earth ceased mid-way and the bubbling lava which was about to erupt from the womb of the planet quieted down. Even the shrieks of thousands of souls and creatures around them became soundless.

Impenetrable silence. 

Nothing moved.

Deathly still. 

Both Alan and Herpo momentarily stopped their duel, and turned to look back at the only source of illumination in the darkness of the battlefield. Their eyes widened when they witnessed the fear-inducing sight of the Innovator who had lent up his very body, and became the conduit between the natural magic of the entire planet, and the cosmic planes of existence.

“Ha- Harry?” Alan stuttered his brother’s name. “Wh-what happened? Why is—”

But that was as far as the Boy-who-lived could’ve gone before his words were drowned by the ear-piercing, thunderous roar of pain which erupted from his brother’s throat as the young man screamed towards the bloody gods above him to bestow him either the strength so he could bear the coming of Tandavam, or simply grant him the mercy of release from the mortal planes of existence.

Suddenly, a huge wave of magic was blasted out from Harry, tearing his upper vest to pieces and demolishing everything in a radius of five meters around him as the power of mother nature became too much to be handled by a single man no matter how much he trained or how powerful he was. 

And then, it began.

If the world survived the night, and people under the stars managed to witness the warm rays of the next dawn, then tales would be told, and songs would be sung because history books would depict this moment as the point in which a single man — a boy of mere fifteen years — shook the foundations of the world and through sheer power brought the entire creation to its very knees.

The heavens began to gurgle once more as yellow and white and blood red flashes of lightning streaked across the dark clouds surrounding the crimson moon, the bubbling of lava in the pits of the planet renewed, and the ground started to shake as arcane magic saturated the atmosphere around them.

Tiny specks of dust, the little particles of dirt splattered across the face of raw earth, levitated around them. At first, it was just an inch above the ground, hidden by the darkness of the nights and the incompetence of human eyes but slowly the particles started to revolve around Harry,  reaching four and then six and then twelve feet in air! A small tornado had formed around the Innovator as the link to the cosmic planes started to strengthen and the boy started to levitate in front of their very eyes.

With his vest shredded to pieces, his face looking above as he screamed his throat hoarse, his right arm connected to the ground by a thick stream of pulsating magic while his left pointed towards the heavens, immediately releasing the magic that he was constantly absorbing from the planet.

The heavens started to bleed water, squeezing the dark clouds for every drop that could be poured over the shaking and crackling earth below them. Distantly, one could hear the screams of humans and animals and shrieks of various others who didn’t know what was happening and yet knew that something devastating was about to happen. 

“HARRY!” Alan screamed to no avail. He was horrified to see his brother in such a state as blood and magic started to leak out from the pores of his body and saturated the immediate atmosphere around him. 

The boy knew that his brother had told him to not interrupt whatever he was going to do, but could he really just stand guard as his brother — the last of his blood — sacrificed himself in front of his very eyes? Could he? He couldn’t. 

Unfortunately, the boy-who-lived knew nothing about what was going on, and what would happen if he interrupted his brother right now. He also lacked the knowledge of what to do to help Harry, which meant that even though he hated it, he couldn’t do anything but watch his brother’s back and pray to Merlin to grant Harry Potter the strength to carry on with his ritual successfully.

Herpo, on the other hand, frowned in confusion. At first, he didn’t know why the eldest Potter was letting the little one to fight against him and was instead tinkering with that stupid trap. Then, he was surprised when he noticed that the boy had connected himself to the arcane and the untamed magic of the planet which — in his opinion — was a stupidly brave thing to do because there was nothing in existence that could store the raw magic of a planet and still stay in one piece. 

He had presumed the boy had gone delusional and thought that by absorbing the natural magic, he would be able to single-handedly stop the army that was feasting on humans and others alike, which was why he was surprised to see that even after a minute the boy was not only standing but his power levels hadn’t fluctuated either. 

Which meant that the eldest Potter wasn’t acting as a reservoir but a link, and was actually delivering the magic to something else entirely… but then the question came as to what could that thing be? The rifts had already opened, and an infinite number of tortured souls were continuously pouring through the seven crevices all over the world. There was nothing on a planet as weak as Earth which could stop them now.

So… what was it that the young man was almost sacrificing himself for?

It was then that he noticed something.

A faint glow started to surround the boy’s levitating form, giving him a ferociously dynamic blue and black aura which flickered in existence all around his body, and then, dark blue — almost black — lines started to appear all over the boy’s naked torso, branching out as veins around his arms, shoulders and his back. And as unbelievable as it seemed, the boy’s scream increased ten folds as the newly appeared veins started to pulsate with power. 

At that moment, the millennia old dark lord felt something that he had only ever witnessed once, and that too in the realm of Death when the god of all ends had sent ‘it’ to finish off a planet that had outlived its lifespan, and the foolish mortals dwelling on it had started to declare themselves as gods of that existence.

“NO!!” He cried, “NO! POTTER, YOU FOOL! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING!!” The Dark Lord shouted, leaving the grounds as he shot towards the boy. He didn’t even dare to try and apparate close to the boy as he knew that the magics in that area had been wildly shaken by the incoming presence of the ultimate weapon of Death, and the results in trying to apparate in that zone from afar could be gory at the very least. 

It was also why he couldn’t use magic to prevent his enemy as the young mage was shielded by the unruly and natural magics of mother earth. The only way to prevent him was to manually reach the Innovator and pull him away so that the link between earth and the cosmic plane could be broken.

“Bombarda Maxima!” Alan screamed at the flying dark Lord, “Not so fast, Voldemort. I am still your opponent. Apovoli Organon!” 

“YOU IGNORANT FOOL!” Herpo sneered, easily dodging the incoming organ expeller. “YOUR BROTHER IS ABOUT TO DESTROY THE ENTIRE EXISTENCE IN A MINUTE!” He dodged two more curses on his way. “STOP HIM!”

But Alan’s wand didn’t even halt for a moment. The redhead started to chase the dark lord, running after the flying wizard through the destroyed battlefield as he threw everything in his arsenal at his enemy. The air was twisted between the two men as curses and hexes flew effortlessly from his wand ranging from wild elemental ones to dark curses that would have usually made his skin crawl in disgust. 

Herpo grunted in pain as he was hit by a stray cutting hex that nicked a small part of his shoulder. He casted the mage shield to protect himself from the constant onslaught by the younger Potter while the winds and magic started to push him away from the eldest. The twelve feet wide magically saturated tornado of stones and dirt that had constructed itself around the Innovator was ferociously protecting the younger man, pushing everything — including Herpo — away from the boy who was about to do the unthinkable.

He knew that no matter what he had to stop the boy because there was nothing short of Death itself that would be able to stop the thing that the younger mage was summoning. 

It also made him realise how stupidly delusional he had been in presuming that a young mortal like Harry Potter, a green boy of mere fifteen years, would not have the powers necessary for something like this. 

‘The boy was probably keeping the bigger weapons silent because he thought that he could take on Tom and his army tonight, and since the rifts would close immediately after his death there was no real reason to involve the divine weapons,’ Herpo thought as he tried to push against the magical barrier while shielding himself from the onslaught of Alandale Potter who was continuously firing all sorts of curses at him from behind. 

It had been sheer dumb luck that Harry Potter couldn’t send the weapons to Tom’s place since neither he knew the location, nor the fact that the gates to the other realm were about to open tonight instead of the original which was set to open about a fortnight later. 

If not for that, then their dream of freedom would’ve ended just like that… a dream that was slowly becoming a nightmare since the Potter heir was hell bent on summoning ‘it’.

‘Why are you doing this, Harry Potter?’ he thought, feeling the true owner of the body shuddering in the mindscape. ‘You do realise that inviting the first weapon would ultimately destroy the planet that you are trying to protect, don’t you?’ 

Harry, on the other hand, felt as if his entire body was being burned from inside out. His gut wrenched for the umpteenth time, his limbs felt as if they would fall apart any moment now, and that his brain was just about to melt out from his ears that were ringing like hell from all the shrieks and screams and destruction that was going around him. Even his boiling blood and magic had started to seep out from the pores all over his body.

A devastatingly overwhelming force slammed in his mind as the power of the ultimate weapon of destruction finally began to form inside him. His skin turned black and dark blue, as the flickering aura started to dance wildly around him, releasing concentrated waves of magic that kept on pushing both the twelve-feet tall tornado as well as his enemy away from him. 

Herpo’s eyes widened in shock and absolute fear when he noticed that the summoning was almost over, and that a ball of blue and black, with shining silver veins around it, and the texture of molten lava had begun to form in front of the boy. 

‘I take it, this is another one of those demonic things that you told me about?’ Voldemort voiced his thoughts from his resting place in the mindscape. ‘You said that Potter couldn’t have any more than that last golden and black one, and now here we are. What do you plan to do now?’ 

“For Merlin’s sake, Thomas, stay quiet just this once or I will kill you myself.” The ancient Dark Lord grunted as he descended and took a step through the tornado of dust, stones and magic. He mentally groaned when he felt the mage shield behind him weaken a bit more from the continuous assault by Alandale Potter. He so wanted to just turn around and unleash his fury on the stupid brat but in doing so he’d be leaving the elder Potter free to summon the entity who could destroy everything that they had planned so hard for. 

The torrent of magic, the tornado of dirt and stones which had formed around the Innovator, and the continuous waves of destructive magic originating from the boy were quite taxing to take on as he physically shielded himself and walked forward to reach the teen mage. To add to his already increased problems, the constant assault of curses by the younger Potter was becoming more like an actual pain in his bottom which, in his eyes, was nothing more than just a mere nuisance.

“CRUCIOI!!” Alan screamed at the man, hoping against his hope that his hatred was strong enough for the unforgivable to traverse through Riddle’s mage shield. Unfortunately, he had spent a lot of his magic on trying to break the shield and prevent the mad man from stopping Harry. 

Therefore, even though his hatred for the vile man was deep enough for the curse to form, his magic wasn’t strong enough to actually do any harm. Still, it did give him some time because the curse did manage to cross the shield and strike Riddle in the back as he walked towards Harry.

Herpo grunted once more as he felt the shield break down from the constant assault of the tornado and the destructive waves of magic erupting from his enemy’s body. Desperate to try anything, he raised his staff and with a mighty roar thumped it against the ground, pouring his power so that he could control the magic of the spinning winds that had constructed itself around the boy.

Alan watched in horror as the tornado around Harry began to dwindle down and the vile mage sprinted towards his brother. ‘I have to do something to pull his attention towards me, the time Harry had asked for is about to end…just a few more seconds.’ The redhead closed his eyes, thinking of something…anything which would help him gain the attention of their foe. ‘What would Harry do in a moment like this?’

Suddenly, his mind formed a crazy plan. Something that was undoubtedly stupid, and yet, if he successfully executed it, then, it would help his brother the most. Without thinking much, the youngest Potter picked up a small stone beside him and pointed his wand at it. “Portus.” 

Harry’s throat was raw from screaming so loud for so long and yet, the boy pushed for more as he tried to pull the entirety of the entity from the cosmic planes onto the mortal ones as soon as he could. It was almost there, he could feel it forming. The first weapon of Death had almost formed on the surface of earth. He could taste the copperish blood in his mouth, and the sweet victory in his heart. 

Herpo stopped right beneath the floating boy, he looked at the blue and black molten ball also known as the greatest weapon of destruction that was almost ready to come upon the planet. He reached for the Innovator’s ankle, intent on pulling the screaming mage down so that he could break the link and kill the eldest Potter at the same time. 

Unfortunately, just as he was about to grab the boy’s ankle, the ancient wizard felt something smack him hard from behind, his eyes widened at the harsh tug of magic behind his navel. Quickly coming to conclusion, the man tried his best to at least touch Harry’s leg but his body was instantly pulled into the magical tube of teleportation and just like that, he was whisked off from both his enemy, and his dream with a loud ‘pop’.

The old mage appeared thirty feet above the ground of the battlefield with the stone still stuck on his back. He looked towards the happily rejoicing form of the redhead Potter who stood about a hundred meters away from him, and then at the floating form of the eldest one who’s body released one last wave of destructive magic before the link was broken and the boy was dropped unceremoniously to the ground as if he was a puppet with his strings cut.

The bubbling ball of black with shiny silver veins around it gurgled before falling completely silent, followed by the destruction that its arrival had caused on the planet. 

Harry cracked open his eyes, looking above at the ball and felt the calm, almost benevolent, gaze of the Tandavam. He slowly pulled himself up on his elbows and looked around himself, witnessing the destruction around him for the first time since he had locked himself as the link between the two planes of existence. 

“Harry–”

The Innovator shook his head, silently telling Alandale not to speak at the moment before turning to look back at the weapon who was waiting for his command. 

“You already know what to do…” Within a moment, his tired green pools turned into burning infernos, “Destroy them.” 

And just like that, with the request of its benefactor in its mind, the primal weapon of Death, the mighty lord of devastation, Tandavam, vanished from the battlefield only to reach the centre of the planet and begin its ultimate Dance of Destruction.

Once that was done, Harry fell back on the ground, sighing tiredly as he looked up at the thundering sky and the burning rain which felt like drops of lava pouring all over his exhausted self, washing away the sweat and blood that had poured out of him during the summoning. 

“Harry!” Alan shouted, rushing towards his brother and kneeled beside him. “Are you alright? What the hell was that?! For a moment, I thought you’d die trying to do whatever you were doing.” 

The Innovator gave a tired smile, his bloodied teeth peeking from behind his lips. “Have some faith in your brother.” He shook his head tiredly. “You did well. If not for you, I wouldn’t have gotten enough time to summon Tandavam.”

“Tandavam?”

“The blue ball you just saw, that’s a weapon called Tandavam,” Harry explained a bit. “But enough about that, where’s our dear friend?”

Alan frowned a bit before his eyes widened. “Shit! I forgot about…” He turned his head only to find a completely barren battlefield. “...him?” He looked around, and then in the sky, only to find it empty as well. “Where the hell did he go?” 

“Hmm?”

The redhead looked down at his brother’s relaxing form. “I- I don’t know where he is, I saw him near that manor of his but now he’s not there either.”

Then, he mumbled, “Maybe he went inside?” 

Just as the boy was about to get up, Harry’s hand pulled him back. “He’s not here. He left when he saw the Tandavam.” The elder Potter grunted a bit as he slowly stood up. “That wanker might have recognised the weapon and did the only good thing he could think of.”

“Running?”

“Biding time.”

This made Alan frown once more. “What?” He asked, “Why would Voldemort—”

“First of all, that’s not Tom Riddle, that’s someone else who has possessed his body,” Harry explained. “Also, I’d explain more, but, for now, I’ll say that the thing I summoned earlier is a weapon of Death itself, that thing has the power to create an infinite unstoppable army of monsters, which means that it’s the perfect enemy of an army of infinite souls who have possessed the creatures of planet Earth.”

“But—”

“We don’t have that much time, Alan,” Harry told him, “I have told you, there are much greater things at work here than you can comprehend, and I promise that I will explain everything to you once we have ended this thing, but I want you to help others protect Hogwarts against Tom’s army for now.”

Alan still had a hundred questions but he nodded. “Wait, if this thing can create an army, why didn’t you summon it earlier? Like… I don’t know, before all this happened?”

“I need to have a place in my mind where I have to use the weapons.” Harry sighed. “I didn’t know Tom’s hiding place, and ever since I’ve been here, you also know that I’ve been fighting that idiot. I needed some time to summon Tandavam, or any of the others for that matter.”

“There are others like him?” Alan’s eyes widened in shock. “Where the hell did you even find things like these?” 

“Yes, there are. I have already sent one to help others protect Hogwarts.” Harry nodded. “And I found these in another realm. Yes, those exist. In fact, there are other universes as well, and many other Earths, Harrys, Hogwarts, Dumbledores and Alans… basically there’s a whole other mess, alright? Now, I will explain many things later, but right now—”

“WAIT- WAIT!!” Alan stopped him once more. “Am I going to Hogwarts alone? What about you?” 

“I have got a stupidly crazy idea to prevent this army of souls from attacking us.” He picked up a stone and turned it into a portkey to Hogwarts. “Now, you are going to help as many as you can at Hogwarts, alright? I will join you after I have completed this task and located our runaway Dark Lord.”

“How will you find him?” The boy-who-lived asked as he took the stone from Harry. “He could literally be anywhere on the planet.”

“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that.” A dark grin stretched over his face. “Tom can run all he wants, but that fool can never hide from me. Not this time.” 

“What?” 

Harry shook his head, “Go. Activate.” 

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Above the highest plateau, in the country which was said to be the heart of the west, was a lone figure covered in blue and black with thick roots branching from its head and forming a halo, two pair of hands, and a pair of wings that waved around creating air torrents and thunders with each flap. The three glowing blue eyes looked forward as the creature danced like never before, and every time its feet touched the surface of earth a new creature, a monster — more fearsome than its predecessor — was born.

Tandavam, the mighty world destroyer, commanded the entire forces of infinite destruction to move towards the seven crevices that had appeared all over the planet. The creatures spawned were to move towards the rift that had opened in New York so that they could fight the creatures who had been possessed by the souls and were causing reckless destruction on earth. 

Once the weapon was satisfied about the number of monsters he had sent towards the rift in America, it vanished from the Colorado Plateau and appeared over the Guiana Highlands where it continued its Dance of Destruction, creating monsters new and old, and commanding them all to move towards the rift that had opened in Brazil. 

The monster army had been commanded to not only kill the creatures, but also devour the souls so that they couldn’t move onto the next target and continue the descent of madness. 

There were five more rifts left, and a lot of work to do. Still, the mightiest weapon of Death was not called the unconquerable weapon for nothing. If need be, then it would go as far as to destroy the entire planet to end the army of Damnation that was coming from the seven crevices.

Hopefully, it won’t come to that.

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Somewhere else on the planet, to the north of the northern sea, on an island surrounded by cold water stood a tall black building made of dark stone and guarded by floating creatures who kept the prisoners from running away. 

The creatures had been cursed by immortality and tarnished further with a hunger that could only be sated by feasting on the joys and happiness of humans, and most of all, their souls. If unleashed, these creatures could devour any soul that was unfortunate enough to fall into their skeleton hands, and render cities dead in their wake.

Fortunately enough, these creatures couldn’t reproduce to create more of themselves, and the mages of old had successfully developed a spell which could cause them severe pain which was strong enough for these creatures to accept their current situation as the guards of the black stone tower, also known as the wizard prison, Azkaban.

The air shifted once more, and with a soft crack, Harry appeared about hundred meters from Azkaban. He looked down and sighed in relief when he realised that he still remembered the damn coordinates where the anti-apparition boundary ended. Now, it was impossible for anyone else to apparate this close to Azkaban because the boundary was thirty meters away from the shore.

Which is why the Innovator smirked at the fact that he was the only guy who could apparate mid-air, and sustain his momentum well enough to not fall into the torrential waves below him. 

His emerald pools then turned to look towards the floating forms of the depressive guards of Azkaban, and again the young mage smirked at the crazy idea that had spawned in his head when he realised that the infamous army of Damnation was nothing but an army of tortured ‘souls’, and who could be a better predator for the souls than the ones who have always been hungry for a feast? 

‘Yes…’ he thought, ‘It’s time for a grand feast…’

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Ending note: There you have it fellas, chapter Forty-four of Innovator, hope you liked it.

To those who are wondering why didn't Harry use the weapons to kill Voldemort? It's because of the prophecy of the Boy-Who-Lived and the prophecy of Army of Damnation both of them say that Potter brothers will be the one to kill Voldemort.

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Thank you for reading and your comments,

With regards,
Dev Black