The dreadful performance of the Death Eaters under his command had indeed infuriated Voldemort, but the famed Dark Lord had not been blinded by rage and started slaughtering Death Eaters with a wave of his wand to vent his anger.
Even if Voldemort had to admit that the Death Eaters under his command were a pack of useless fools, even if those fools deserved to die, they should not die by his hand.
In the past, Voldemort truly would not have cared, but not now.
If he did that, he would soon become completely alone. That Mudblood hiding somewhere and watching the show would probably laugh at him.
Yes, Voldemort was certain that Albert Anderson was still hiding in this abandoned village. He suspected that the whole affair had been a carefully laid trap by that Mudblood from beginning to end!
Voldemort took a deep breath and suddenly swung his wand, unleashing a terrifying Fiendfyre that instantly spread through the abandoned village as though it would burn this place, witness to his humiliation, completely to ashes.
The moment the Fiendfyre ignited, the Death Eaters who had been turning to flee all stopped.
Their escape route had been ruthlessly cut off by the Fiendfyre. This left the wandless Death Eaters unable even to protect themselves, forcing them to gather around Voldemort once more and seek his protection lest they be caught in the terrifying Fiendfyre.
At that moment, Yaxley's feelings were especially complicated. As a veteran Death Eater, he knew perfectly well what would happen if he turned and fled now.
No one would tolerate betrayal, and the famed Dark Lord was even less capable of tolerating it. Besides, they had not lost; their midnight ambush plan had merely failed.
Yes, failed! As the person in charge of the entire plan,