When Grindelwald received word that Nurmengard had been ambushed, he felt a faint sense of foreboding.
After a powerful magical fluctuation appeared from the horizon and neutralized the flame magic he had unleashed at full strength,
that seed of unease quickly took root and burrowed deep into his heart.
He hurriedly tried to Apparate away.
Unfortunately, something disappointing happened.
When he tried to connect to the Magic Net and obtain coordinates for Apparition, the other party's own domain clashed with his. Moreover, the other party's domain was no weaker than his own. The collision between their domains caused his perception of the coordinates to flicker in and out.
Clearly, Grindelwald had no intention of gambling on whether he could Apparate successfully.
"Who are you?"
Grindelwald spoke lightly, looking utterly calm and at ease.
But inwardly, he continued communicating with the Magic Net with a heavy heart. As long as the coordinates became clear for even an instant, as long as there was the slightest chance to squeeze out of the battlefield where the two had secretly met,
Grindelwald would choose to Apparate without hesitation.
Compared to painstakingly defeating a wizard of roughly his own level for greater fame, the safety of Nurmengard was the foremost priority beneath his own life.
If the other party had not used some forbidden art to temporarily erupt with such power, then he needed to pull far enough away from this newcomer to avoid the collision of their domains. Only then could he safely Apparate while wrapped in calm, natural magic.
"We met once last year." Cypher did not answer directly, adopting an ambiguous attitude instead.
Another person's words naturally would not shake Grindelwald so easily.
What truly left him uncertain was that he had found no magical traces of the other party drinking Polyjuice