Only the crimson moonlight spilling across the earth and Narcissa bore witness to this conversation between a mortal and a god!
"A bargain."
Like a Muggle-born young wizard seeing the grandeur of the magical world for the first time, Voldemort gazed up at the scepter radiating endless majesty in midair and murmured in confusion,
"You want to devour my soul."
"With My power, I shall protect the fragments of thy soul, and thou shalt fear death no more."
The cold, vast voice rang out again.
"Protect the fragments of my soul."
Voldemort suddenly shuddered. Life returned to the vacant light in his rigid eyes.
He understood.
The Twin Serpent Wand. This divine scepter of supreme magical power wished to willingly become his Horcrux!
This—
An unnatural flush appeared on his pale cheeks. Voldemort's breathing quickened as he forcibly suppressed his wild joy.
"What do you want?"
His voice trembled as he asked.
"My master is imprisoned. Save him."
Voldemort froze.
The vile Herpo was not dead? He was still alive?!
After a brief shock, Voldemort regained his composure.
Of course!
This was not difficult to understand.
The Horcrux magic he relied upon had been invented by the vile Herpo.
And as its inventor, Herpo had naturally made Horcruxes for himself. So long as they remained intact, death could never claim him!
An unfamiliar feeling rose from the depths of his heart.
Voldemort lowered his head, concealing the displeasure and fury flashing through his eyes.
So that meant—
He was not the only one who had conquered death. On the road to immortality, someone had actually gone farther than him?!
This was simply—
Unbearable!
"Your master."
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. When he raised his head again, Narcissa and the Twin Serpent Wand saw a face wearing a smooth smile.