High above, gray mist roiled like a storm-tossed sea, roaring savagely as if it wished to extinguish all life!
The Twin Serpent Wand, transformed into a mountain-long Basilisk, controlled the gray mist as it besieged the three stars dancing around it.
This was no longer a contest of magical power and Charms.
It was a collision between the very origins of magic, wielded by those who had taken the path of magic to its ultimate limit!
The Twin Serpent Wand's power seemed inexhaustible. Again and again, the three dazzling stars scorched shocking wounds into its massive body, but in the blink of an eye, gray mist would surge over them and repair the damage.
Through magical vision, the evil radiance emanating from the Twin Serpent Wand grew stronger with every passing moment, enveloping everything in sight!
He had to risk everything!
Amosta's eyes flickered, his heart turning grim.
Down on the ground, real lives were being lost every second.
But even more important was the battlefield in the sky.
Only when victory was decided in the battle above could the war on the ground be brought to an end.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore's auras were weakening!
Amid their repeated violent clashes, Amosta could sense that the blazing auras radiating from the two of them were fading faster and faster.
If this continued, they would ultimately lose this deadlocked final battle!
The golden Fiendfyre around Amosta flared brilliantly. After forcing back the gray mist, he drifted higher, determination flashing through his eyes.
As though they sensed that Amosta was preparing to do something.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore exerted their strength at the same time, breaking free from the clinging gray mist like maggots on a bone and appearing beside Amosta in an instant.
The three dazzling stars flew side by side, confronting Voldemort,