They could only stare in terror at the sudden Dragon. Some Death Knights of lesser strength, cowed by that overwhelming pressure, could no longer control their own movements. They stood rooted to the spot, their swords, spears, great axes, and shields hanging limply from their hands, while even the Bone Steeds beneath them went weak in all four legs and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, the cracked skin around Voldemort's intact eye twisted hideously, as if it were about to split open. The Eye of Vecna bulged in its socket, fixed hard on the Dragon, making his face look even more terrifying.
Though the Dark Lord had no time to think through why these Death Knights were calling the Witch from the Lovegood family by a founder's name, he realized something was wrong and pressed directly on the Dark Mark. He hissed, "My living servants, I permit you to withdraw first. Return from this alive, and I shall grant you even greater favors..."
Some Death Eaters trapped by the Fireplaces were unlucky enough to be too close to Ravenclaw. Unable to endure the pressure of something that was, in essence, a god, they were stunned into terror. They could not suppress the panic in their hearts, standing lost and bewildered, their minds filled with only one thought—escape. But their limbs were weak and powerless; their bodies swayed, yet they could not move.
Near the Gate, however, the Death Eaters who were farther away reacted to the Dark Lord's order as if granted amnesty, immediately pressing the Portkeys they had prepared earlier. But in the next instant, they discovered in horror that the Portkeys in their hands had all been blocked. There was not the slightest magical fluctuation from them, as if they had only ever been ordinary objects from