In an instant, they had slain a group of people. The Wizarding Army, having just entered the Realm of Illusion, had already achieved respectable results.
The stirred-up crowd looked at Sean's cold, merciless expression, yet their spirits only rose higher.
Grindelwald stepped forward to inspect the fallen bodies and said with great interest, "Natives of the Realm of Illusion?"
Sean casually waved a hand, burning all the corpses on the ground to ash. He nodded. "Yes. In the past, although the Realm of Illusion was a paradise for the dead, over its long history, creatures unique to this place emerged. Calling them humans wouldn't be accurate. They should be considered humanoid Magic Creatures. Ordinary people couldn't have survived here until now."
Grindelwald looked over with an amused smile. "You learned quite a lot about the Realm of Illusion all at once, didn't you? It seems you really did reconcile with that big fellow inside you."
Sean was unconcerned. "For now, we've reconciled. But in the end, we'll inevitably stand on opposing sides."
"Opposing sides..." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly.
They had not seen each other for only a month, yet he felt that his student had undergone earth-shaking changes.
In his eyes, stronger magic did not count as a change, and there was nothing noticeably wrong with Sean's personality either. But if he had to name it, Grindelwald would say that the aura Sean exuded from the depths of his bones had changed tremendously.
Through all his past experiences, Sean had still retained the heart of a student, of a young man. Even when heavy burdens pressed upon him, he fundamentally disliked taking responsibility.
In Grindelwald's eyes, Sean had always been somewhat contradictory. He disliked shouldering responsibility, yet when it came time to accomplish something, he gave it his all.