Jimmy gripped the handle of his Flying Broomstick with both hands, trying to pull up and keep himself from falling.
Obviously, it was useless. The Flying Broomstick had completely failed and could not slow his descent.
Listening to the wind roaring past his ears, panic crept into his voice. "What the hell is going on?"
What answered Jimmy was a sharp whistle that tore through the night sky.
It was not the wind stirred up by their falling bodies, but the crack of bullets cutting through the air.
Before the bullets cracked, however, there had already been the flicker of firelight from the factory buildings below.
The moment they saw the firelight, the hearts of Jimmy and the other two sank, and despair spread through them.
Although the Magical World and the Muggle World had only just begun to connect, as Magical Congress employees fighting on the front lines, their understanding of the power of Muggle firearms was far deeper than that of an Ordinary Wizard.
They were only thirty meters from the ground. At that distance, they had no way to cast a complete spell to withstand the fierce web of fire surging up from below.
Director of Magical Law Enforcement Liam Graves understood this as well and had already ordered a batch of Magical Artifacts, but they were still in production and had not yet truly been equipped on them.
Death seemed close enough to touch.
The whistling was right on top of them, and time seemed to stretch out in that instant.
Below, the firelight blazed in waves, dazzlingly bright, almost swallowing their vision and stirring up memories and regrets from the past...
Thud, thud, thud, thud...
A series of dull impacts rang out, yanking Jimmy and the other two violently back to reality.
The rush of