Voldemort's heart clenched at those words, thick fear welling up within him.
"But it doesn't matter... I've already dealt with him first." "The Master" shook his head. "Besides, the whole world is mine. Why should I listen to him..."
He lowered his head to look at Voldemort. "What do you think?"
Feeling The Master's gaze, Voldemort was filled with uncertainty and alarm. He realized that he could not fathom at all what this madman, The Master, might do to him.
At that moment, he even understood the Death Eaters of the past a little.
Perhaps, in the eyes of many Death Eaters, he had once been much like The Master—a madman whose moods shifted unpredictably and whose thoughts were impossible to read.
The Master had no interest in Voldemort's inner thoughts. He instead looked at everyone who had attacked him earlier. "You too..."
His gaze met theirs, and just as he had looked into Neville's eyes earlier and searched the depths of Neville's soul for secrets, he effortlessly sensed what everyone was thinking.
"Has Vizet Lovegood truly changed you all that much? There is clearly no hope left, yet you still want to hold on?"
"It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time." He gently shook his head and turned to look at the night sky.
The moon, which had originally hung high in the heavens, was now terrifyingly close to them.
Everyone present felt that what stood before them was no longer the moon they knew, but an unprecedentedly massive mountain descending from the sky.
It loomed across the night sky, occupying nearly half of it, as though it would crush the earth in the next moment.
The mottled shadows on the lunar surface grew ever clearer as it drew near, spreading distinctly before everyone's eyes.
The rims of