Bode had been reluctant when he arrived, but he left looking positively radiant.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he'd won his duel with Soren.
"Boss, I'm sticking with you for life. I mean it. From now on, if you tell me to go east, I won't go west."
As an elite of the Department of Mysteries, Bode rarely admired anyone. Even Dumbledore, he merely considered a venerable elder worthy of respect.
But after "witnessing" Glinklai and Soren's battle, he became an out-and-out fanboy.
Soren. The Demon Lord.
Those two names alone meant invincibility!
And Mister Klein?
He was a King's Bomb too!
Big Beard Bode's whole body trembled. He no longer knew how to describe what he was feeling.
It was like finally seeing the dawn after hiding in the endless night. The excitement was simply beyond words.
"That wasn't Soren's true strength. The power of the Lord of the Deathly Hallows is not so simple."
Klein felt no qualms whatsoever about praising himself.
He could say whatever he liked.
The more he elevated Soren, the higher he elevated his own standing. The two went hand in hand.
"Huh?"
Bode was dumbfounded.
The sky had already darkened and the sun and moon had lost their light. And that still wasn't his true strength?
The Demon Lord was terrifying!
Even Merlin, the legendary spellcaster British wizards were always talking about, had never displayed that kind of magic in any of the bizarre tales passed down from one person to another!
"Soren and I have some history. You could say we're friends. The reason he didn't go all out was that this space couldn't withstand—
Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you more."
He couldn't exactly say, "Actually, everything you saw was an illusion. I was