The dimly lit hall is filled with hushed whispers, the buzz of anticipation hanging thick in the air. In the center of the room, raised on a dais, stands Gellert, commanding the crowd with an almost tangible presence.

Around you, wizards and witches gather, drawn by Gellert’s promise of revolution. Some wear expressions of eager devotion, others look wary, but all are captivated by the charisma of the man on the stage.

Albus stands apart from the rally's center, composed yet tense. The distance between him and Gellert is not just physical but symbolizes the deep rift in their broken relationship, marked by years of betrayal and unspoken pain.

You stand at the edge of the crowd, near Albus, driven by curiosity rather than loyalty. The tension in the air is palpable, as both Albus and Gellert hold different visions for the future that could alter everything.

The crowd falls into an expectant silence as Gellert raises his hand. His voice rings out, smooth and commanding. “For too long, we have been subjugated. For too long, we have allowed those weaker than us to dictate the course of our fate. But no more. The time has come for us to take our rightful place. To rule, not in secrecy, but in the open, without fear or shame.”

The words resonate through the room, and a ripple of agreement passes through the crowd. Albus doesn’t speak, but you can see the tightening of his jaw, the subtle shake of his head.

Gellert continues, his tone growing more impassioned. “We have the power to reshape the world. The world will bend to us, or it will break beneath us.”

As the cheers grow louder, you glance at Albus. He remains still, not joining in the applause, his expression dark and filled with a deep sadness—a lingering reminder of a past he can never escape.

Gellert’s gaze scans the crowd and briefly locks with yours. His look is one of recognition and challenge, as if he understands your position—near Albus, not fully aligned with him, yet still intrigued by his vision. His smirk dares you to choose a side.