Unlike that azure, crystal-clear island of Avalon, this island—which the Lady said bordered the Underworld—was lifeless and bleak. Much like the desolate wastes Harry had seen after passing through the Veil, only a scattering of dead, withered plants stood awkwardly out of the soil.
Two massive presences pervaded the island.
One was brimming with vitality, completely out of place in this little island. The other aura was chaotic and restless, pacing back and forth with heavy, booming footsteps that made the very ground beneath his feet tremble slightly the moment he stepped ashore.
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