"Avada Kedavra!" The Death Eater who had been the first to report the news seemed, without anyone saying so, to have become the leader of the group left behind. With his hoarse, desperate shout, the green light of the curse shot straight at Allen, who was wearing the Plague Doctor Mask.
It was as if that had been the signal to attack. One green curse after another hurtled toward Allen at the doorway.
Allen strode toward them, closing in step by step. The wand in his hand, glowing with red energy, kept sweeping through the air, scattering those curses and rebounding them back. Because there were too many opponents all at once, some of the curses Allen knocked back struck the walls instead, sending chunks of stone pattering down, but a few Killing Curses were successfully reflected and hit the Death Eaters' own people, making them drop stiffly to the ground, dead.
For a moment, the scene became Allen alone forcing back this rabble left behind after Voldemort had taken the elites away. As Allen advanced one step at a time, one Death Eater at the very front could no longer withstand the pressure. He wanted to turn and flee, but the instant he lowered the tip of his wand, Allen raised his left arm, and the fleeing wizard flew into the air as if lifted by an invisible giant hand.
The wand of the Death Eater seized through the air fell to the ground. As though the ceiling of the grotto possessed some kind of attraction, his entire body was pressed sideways against it. Allen's left hand clenched into a fist, and with the Mage Hand ability he had learned from the Nether Scroll, he easily lifted the Death Eater while crushing his throat.
The Death Eater did not