Voldemort... the real Voldemort.
The discovery stunned Sean.
No one knew how many Horcruxes Voldemort had made. After all, the development of this world had long diverged from Sean's memories. But when Voldemort had died back then, Sean had suspected that he might not have been completely dead.
After that, Sean had taken careful precautions and even investigated quite a few places, but he had found no trace of Voldemort.
Combined with the growth of his own strength, he had gradually stopped treating that noseless man as his greatest threat.
Don't misunderstand. Voldemort still needed to be dealt with; he simply wasn't as high a priority as before.
Of course, Sean had also considered the possibility that Voldemort might truly have died completely.
No one had expected him to encounter Voldemort during the trial at Peak of Soul's Return.
After their many encounters, Sean could be certain that the misty figure in the distance was definitely Voldemort's Residual Soul.
It wasn't an illusion created by this world's trial, but a Residual Soul that truly existed—Voldemort had entered Peak of Soul's Return just like him and had ended up in this bizarre state?
No, that wasn't right... Sean keenly noticed something amiss.
The other party seemed utterly out of place with the entire world, as though he were being rejected by it. Sean didn't feel that way, because he had become Sean of this Timeline, currently only eight or nine years old.
"This is bloody strange..." Sean did not reveal himself, though he had already sensed the other's weakness.
He decided to observe him for a while longer.
But as he watched, Sean discovered a problem.
"Isn't he a Residual Soul...?"
Sean was surprised to find that Voldemort, in his Residual Soul state, looked the same as he had in life: