Voldemort was indeed furious at the abysmal performance of the Death Eaters under his command, but the renowned Dark Lord had not been blinded by rage and started slaughtering them with his wand to vent his frustration.
Still, even Voldemort had to admit that the Death Eaters under his command were a pack of useless trash. But even if that trash deserved to die, they should not die by his hand.
In the past, Voldemort truly would not have cared, but things were different now.
If he really did that, he would soon be left all alone. That Mudblood hiding somewhere and watching the show would probably laugh at him.
Yes, Voldemort was certain that Albert Anderson was still hiding in this abandoned village. He suspected that this whole affair had been a carefully laid trap by that Mudblood from beginning to end!
Voldemort took a deep breath and suddenly swung his wand, unleashing a terrifying magical fire that instantly spread through the abandoned village, as though it meant to burn this place that had witnessed his humiliation to ashes.
The moment Fiendfyre ignited, the Death Eaters who had been turning to flee all stopped.
Their escape route had been mercilessly cut off by the magical flames. This left the wandless Death Eaters unable even to protect themselves, forcing them to gather around Voldemort again and seek his shelter lest they be caught in that terrifying Devil's Fire.
Yaxley's feelings were especially complicated at that moment. As a veteran Death Eater, he knew very well what would happen if he turned and ran now.
No one tolerated betrayal, and the famous Dark Lord tolerated it even less. Besides, they had not lost. Their midnight raid plan had merely failed.
Yes, failed!
As the person in charge of the entire plan,