In LOTR with Harry Potter system-Chapter 447: Immortal Soul

When Sylas successfully transformed into a great dragon, the entire city of Tirion was shaken.

The form he assumed was that of a Golden Great Dragon. Its colossal body was covered in radiant golden scales that reflected the sunlight like molten gold, dazzling and majestic beyond description. Because Sylas himself stood at the refined tier of existence, the dragon's body was correspondingly vast, stretching tens of thousands of meters from head to tail.

When its wings spread, they blotted out the sky. When they beat, storms were stirred across the land.

When it exhaled, torrents of dragonfire erupted, heat so intense that it rivaled the brilliance of the sun itself.

This was not a mere dragon.

It presence exuding a draconic majesty so overwhelming that even elves felt their breath tighten in their chests.

Sylas's sudden appearance in this form threw Tirion into chaos. Cries rang out across the city as many elves, recalling the terrors of the War of Wrath, instinctively believed that one of Morgoth's ancient dragons had returned to Valinor.

Only after Sylas deliberately restrained his aura and began to explain, alongside the calm presence of High King Finarfin and several other powerful figures, did the city slowly regain its composure.

Yet even then, awe replaced fear.

None of the elves had ever imagined that a being could truly transform into a dragon.

Many among them had fought Morgoth's dragons long ago. Those creatures had been vast, terrible, and steeped in malice. But the dragon before them was different. Its golden scales radiated no corruption, no darkness, only an overwhelming sense of ancient nobility and divine order.

For the first time, many elves found themselves admitting, almost unwillingly, that this dragon was beautiful.

The commotion did not stop within Tirion.

From afar, several majestic gazes descended upon Sylas.

Even in his dragon form, Sylas could clearly sense them, vast, profound, and filled with quiet astonishment. One of those gazes came unmistakably from the highest peak of the Pelóri, where the powers closest to the Valar dwelled.

Those presences did not linger. They merely observed, and withdrew.

Yet the pressure they left behind was immense.

Sylas understood clearly: even with his mastery of time and transformation, the gap between himself and those supreme existences remained vast.

But instead of fear, he felt resolve.

If anything, their attention only strengthened his determination.

After completing his dragon transformation, Sylas moved on.

Next came the Thunderbird.

This form was even larger than Thorondor, the greatest of the Eagles. Its wingspan stretched for hundreds of meters, feathers gleaming like forged metal, arcs of lightning dancing between them. When Sylas ascended into the clouds, the sky darkened, thunder rolled, and storms gathered at his call.

Lightning spiraled around him as rain swept across Tirion, refreshing the land rather than damaging it.

Far above, the Lord of the Sky took notice. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Instead of anger, a fierce spark of approval flashed within that distant gaze.

From that day on, Sylas's name spread throughout Valinor.

He was no longer known merely as the sorcerer who defeated Sauron, nor only as Galadriel's kin by marriage. He had become something unprecedented, a being who walked a path never before taken.

Yet Sylas himself remained indifferent to fame.

He continued his research.

He transformed into a colossal serpent, whose cursed gaze surpassed that of any known gorgon. Any being below the Maia-tier would perish instantly upon meeting its eyes; even lesser spirits would suffer catastrophic damage to both soul and body. For safety, Sylas kept his eyes closed whenever he assumed this form.

He became a great kraken, its tentacles capable of crushing mountains beneath the sea.

A giant eagle, a dire wolf, a titanic spider, and other legendary creatures of Middle-earth followed.

Then, drawing upon memories and knowledge from another world, he recreated magical beasts unknown to Arda, unicorns, horned beasts, invisible creatures, serpentine birds, and the elusive diricawls.

Finally, he began cautiously experimenting with humanoid transformations, centaurs, giants, vampires, and werewolves.

He continued his experiments, transforming into goblins, lesser spirits, and shadow-creatures, carefully sensing the changes in his magical structure each time. After every transformation, Sylas analyzed the flow of power within himself, treating each form as a living sample through which to study the deeper principles of magic and existence.

When this phase was complete, Sylas returned to Swan Harbor and turned his attention to the merfolk of Valinor.

He successfully transformed into a male merman.

The merfolk of Valinor were not ordinary creatures. They were lesser Ainur, spirits bound to the seas, sharing the same origin as the Maiar, though vastly weaker. Though they possessed little combat power, no stronger than elves, their nature proved immensely enlightening to Sylas.

For the first time, he touched something fundamental.

Through them, Sylas glimpsed the essence of the Ainur.

From that moment, a bold ambition took root in his heart.

He did not merely wish to imitate divine forms.

He wished to become one.

The Ainur were born directly from the will of Eru Ilúvatar, true primordial spirits. No matter how powerful Sylas became, even if his strength rivaled that of demigods, he was still a created being, not a primordial one.

This difference could not be bridged by raw power alone.

Sylas now stood at a level where he could overwhelm ordinary Maiar in battle, yet paradoxically, he remained fragile. His soul was immortal in lifespan, but not indestructible.

If Sylas were slain, he would truly perish.

This was the critical distinction.

Beings born directly from the Thought of Ilúvatar, the Ainur, possessed souls that could not be erased. Their physical forms could be destroyed, but their spirits endured, cast into the Void rather than annihilated.

This was why Sauron, though defeated, still existed beyond the world.

Why Saruman and Morgoth were banished rather than erased.Why even the Balrogs, once destroyed, could not truly be unmade.

Sylas was different.

Once dead, there would be nothing left.

Thus, no matter how high his strength rose, the gulf remained.

Unless…

Unless he could change his nature itself.

Sylas's goal became clear: To use the Transformation Art to reshape his very being, to abandon his created body, and reconstitute himself as an Ainu spirit.

Not a disguise. A true transformation.

He sought a pure spiritual form, capable of influencing the laws of Arda by will alone.

Yet this path was unimaginably difficult.

Even Gandalf, upon revealing his true nature, a radiant, genderless, formless divine spirit, made it clear: The form of an old man was merely a chosen vessel. An Ainu could exist as flame, light, wind, or thought itself.

To reach that state required not strength alone, but perfect understanding.

Sylas spent over a thousand years of subjective study, reversing time by tens of thousands of years through his mastery of temporal flow.

At last, he succeeded.

His physical body dissolved completely.

What remained was a pure divine spirit, formless, luminous, and boundless.

In that moment, Sylas felt the world turn its gaze upon him.

He became aware of both the Seen and Unseen realms simultaneously. Matter and spirit no longer stood apart. He could pass freely between them.

Most importantly, his spirit was now immortal. Not merely undying, but unerasable.

Sylas rejoiced.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the River of Time, entering it in his true spiritual form. Unbound by flesh, no longer resisted by temporal flow, he merged seamlessly with the current of time, and continuously absorbing the power of time.

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