"These final instructions are all that lies between me and destroying the dirty, filth-ridden world above" he said, picking up the tome to lay it right in front of Hermione. "Rather than inch by inch, I will cause catastrophe. A Tsunami. A wave so large that it will break across every piece of dry land, and what’s left? We will personally raze. Only magic is fit to rule. We will form an empire, inhabit the world with our lifeblood. The Vythízomai were our past, preserving this pure slice of earth until the time was right. It is time, now, that we finish the noble work that our ancestors began" Cepheus declared with relish, spitting onto the ground by Hermione’s feet. 