Eternal Bet 2

The Death Eaters had no time to react.

Everything happened far too quickly.

"What a nuisance!"

Ian's movements were so gentle that it seemed as though he were merely brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve. He used almost no force; it was more a matter of exquisitely precise control—subtle guidance of air currents, an extremely brief interference with the vectors of moving objects, and instantaneous fine-tuning of localized gravitational fields. This did not even count as advanced offensive or defensive magic. It was more like a "four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" form of reality manipulation, born from a profound understanding of physical laws. At his current level, and with his initial comprehension of the authority of the Foundation of Order, doing this was effortless and left almost no trace of magic behind. Precisely because of that.

Ian's intervention was highly effective.

However.

His interference had temporarily protected several Muggles in the most immediate danger, but the chaos in the street and the battle between the two wizards continued, creating even more hazards.

This farce had to end.

"Just as expected of terrorists."

Ian locked his gaze onto the arrogant Death Eater.

He could tell that Jorkins was already struggling to hold on, with defeat written all over him. He could be killed or captured at any moment. And the Death Eater had been so utterly reckless in a Muggle district—he had to be punished.

Ian no longer concealed himself. He stepped forward.

That single step seemed to land upon some invisible rhythmic beat.

"Enough."

The two calm words were not loud, yet they strangely pierced through every scream, explosion, spell collision, and car alarm, ringing clearly over the chaotic street.

Like icy spring water poured into a boiling vat of oil.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?!"

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