"Can you still see it?" Serena Pendragon asked. "What will those people... do next?"
Gellert Grindelwald did not answer directly. He sat down by the bed and said unhurriedly, "Get me a bottle of liquor."
Serena Pendragon was not surprised in the least. She reached into her pocket, took out a bottle of Mead, and handed it to him.
Gellert Grindelwald opened the Mead, fixed his gaze on the mouth of the bottle, and gently swirled it.
"Not enough?" he murmured, then tipped his head back and took a sip.
Lowering his head, he poured the Mead from the bottle onto the floor.
When the Mead hit the ground, it did not spread irregularly like ordinary liquor. Instead, it formed an oval.
The flowing Mead continued expanding outward, and the oval grew larger and larger.
Seeing the Mead flow into such a regular shape, Serena Pendragon's eyelid twitched.
She took several steps back, making as much room as possible for the spreading Mead. "The range is actually this large?"
"Only to be expected," Gellert Grindelwald said calmly. "Vizet caused them a great deal of trouble. Now that Vizet has disappeared, they will naturally choose to make one final gamble."
"Especially Vizet's friends. In just these few days, they have disrupted the original plan. That will only make them more desperate, because they cannot afford to wait, nor do they dare wait for too long."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Serena Pendragon's tone turned strange. "I'm clearly his old adversary, yet he fears a Vizet he has only encountered a few times... that much?"
Gellert Grindelwald continued pouring the Mead without looking up. "Perhaps it is precisely because you are his old adversary, and he believes he understands you well, that he fears Vizet?"
"The unknown always brings the deepest fear. It is