Just as Sophia nodded,
Tap, tap, tap— Slow footsteps rang out clearly from every corner of the city.
What was this...? Sophia did not know. Instinctively, she cast a Shield Charm in front of herself.
But clearly, even the Shield Charm could not block the sound of the footsteps.
Steve Delacour stared ahead solemnly.
Before him was a river that ran through and split the city in two.
An iron bridge should have connected the two banks, but the section beneath his feet had now been destroyed by artillery fire.
Smoke shrouded the opposite bank. The night made the situation over there even more unclear.
As the footsteps continued to echo,
a wizard with slicked-back golden hair, a black trench coat, and the Elder Wand in hand stepped lightly and slowly onto the bridgehead across the river.
"Grindelwald..." Sophia's voice trembled. From her tense body, it was clear that the pressure in her heart was immense.
Because she had no way to stop Grindelwald's footstep magic.
That alone gave people a faint sense of helplessness.
This move of Grindelwald's was merely a simple application of the second realm of wizardry.
He commanded the natural magic around him to carry the sound of his footsteps.
That alone meant that at least ninety-nine percent of the several hundred wizards behind Steve, like Sophia, had no idea how Grindelwald had done it.
The remaining few could only vaguely sense that something was abnormal around them.
The only one who could truly see it clearly and contend with Grindelwald was probably Steve Delacour.
"Hmph—"
Seeing Grindelwald acting so arrogantly, Steve Delacour gave a cold snort.
The snort likewise rang beside everyone's ears, and Grindelwald's footsteps immediately vanished from their hearing.
On the broken bridge, Grindelwald's steps paused slightly.
He seemed somewhat surprised that a