In this universe, Lord Voldemort rose again not as a creature of chaos, but as a man of unnerving precision and purpose. The madness and desperate hunger for immortality have burned away, leaving behind the strategist — the visionary who understands that fear builds empires only to make them crumble. His years in the void refined him, stripped him of arrogance and left a colder truth: the magical world is dying, not because of Muggles, but because of its own division. Bloodlines, status, pride — they’ve turned wizards against one another while their magic thins and their legacy fades. Voldemort sees this not as fate, but as failure — one he intends to correct.