Serena Pendragon was the fastest. Silver-Blue Light enveloped her body as she instantly appeared to The Master's right.
Her fist, wrapped in dense Silver-Blue Light, drove forward like a straight-thrusting spear, violently smashing toward The Master's skeletal face.
Dumbledore cut in from the right, the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand blazing with dazzling golden-red flames as it tore through the air.
Reaching The Master's left side, he gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed fiercely at The Master's neck.
Almost at the same time, Gellert Grindelwald appeared to The Master's right.
He held a bright blue flaming sword, like Dumbledore's mirror image, and slashed at the other side of The Master's neck.
He also controlled the miniature tower that had been following him, sending it plunging straight down toward The Master's head.
Attacked from all sides, The Master's escape routes were completely sealed. He seemed to have only one option: meet the assault head-on.
Everything that happened at this moment was also witnessed by Voldemort.
The presence Serena Pendragon, Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald displayed made his heart pound with alarm.
He tried putting himself in their place and was surprised to realize that if he faced such a four-pronged assault, he would undoubtedly end up in an extremely miserable state—perhaps even worse than miserable.
However, that was only true for Voldemort. Faced with the oncoming barrage of attacks, the fire in The Master's Eye Sockets continued to flicker steadily, as though he did not consider them worth noticing at all.
He did not even make any broad movements. He merely raised his left hand and touched Serena Pendragon's incoming fist with one finger.
Boom!
The instant The Master's finger touched her fist, a visible shockwave exploded outward from the two of them.
The Silver-Blue Light wrapped around Serena