Regulus's voice trembled as he looked at his father. "Father, be safe, please."
Sirius wrapped his arms around Orion in a tight embrace. The unspoken words of support and fear were clear in the gesture. "We'll be waiting for you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Orion nodded solemnly as he watched his sons take their children outside. The garden was a sanctuary, bathed in moonlight, as the family huddled together. Orion's protective magic enveloped them, a silent promise of safety amidst the chaos.
Turning back to the manor, Orion took a deep breath. He focused on the cleansing fire, channeling it into the ground. The flames surged, roaring with a fury that shook the very foundations of the manor. The heat was intense, and the screams—both of the infernal force and of the tormented souls bound to it—pierced through the night.
The children, frightened and overwhelmed, clung to their fathers. Sirius and Regulus, feeling the dread and the weight of their past fears, drew closer to each other. The oppressive atmosphere made them shudder, and they sought solace in each other's presence, trying to shield their children from the terror that echoed from the burning manor.
The night was filled with the unsettling sound of the cleansing fire, a necessary but painful purge that symbolized the end of an era of darkness.