The smoke quickly dispersed, revealing The Master standing there completely unscathed.
He withdrew the fingers he had just flicked out and said in his usual indifferent tone, "Still refusing to give up? Since you want to show me more, then come!"
The Master's voice reached everyone's ears clearly. Even the dullest among them could sense The Master's attitude from those words.
Faced with the unceasing attacks, The Master had never launched a more lethal counterattack, simply because he was the one who had complete control over the situation.
The Master's attitude was like that of a leisurely naturalist who happened to glimpse an anthill out of the corner of his eye, then crouched down to poke at it with a twig.
He did not mind the ants' retaliation. Seeing them charge at him would only strike him as novel and amusing.
He knew perfectly well that, with his abilities, he could wipe out the entire anthill in an instant. That was why he could so leisurely enjoy everything unfolding before him.
When it came to The Master's mindset, Voldemort undoubtedly understood it better than anyone.
He had also imagined that if he conquered the world and gained complete control over everything, he would not exterminate all his enemies. Instead, he would leave behind the enemy with whom he held the deepest grudge, savoring that enemy's most enduring hatred for his own amusement.
When he had first learned of the Resurrection Stone's effects, he had thought that after eliminating Vizet and Dumbledore, he would use the Resurrection Stone to summon them back and torment them over and over for eternity.
That was also what pained Voldemort the most. He allowed himself to do such things, yet could not tolerate others treating him as a plaything.
Unfortunately, he had no chance to