"BOOM!!!"
A deafening explosion erupted, more terrifying than every sound before it. Centered on the point of impact, a horrifying shockwave spread madly in all directions. Wherever it passed, space itself twisted and trembled violently, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Azkaban's already ruined black stone walls instantly cracked with countless deep fissures. The cracks continued to spread as the entire prison trembled. The North Sea's waves were hurled dozens of meters into the air by the shockwave, rising into towering swells that rolled and churned as though the entire sea were boiling.
Even the sky.
The thick clouds overhead were instantly ripped apart, while fierce winds swept up shattered stones and seawater, throwing everything into utter chaos. The Aurors below were in miserable condition. Unable to withstand the powerful aftershock, they were violently thrown to the ground, rolling about in disarray, screaming as they scrambled for cover.
"Damn it! They're fighting again! They're fighting again!"
"How did this happen?!"
"Can't they go fight somewhere else?!"
Some crashed into walls, while others fell into the shallow waters by the shore. Their uniforms were covered in dust and seawater, leaving them utterly bedraggled, yet no one dared complain. Even less did anyone dare get up and fight again. They could only press themselves desperately to the ground and tremble.
They did not even have the courage to look up.
"My God... even the aftershocks are this terrifying. If we got hit head-on, there wouldn't even be ashes left! It's scarier than getting hit by Avada Killing Curse!" A young Auror lay on the ground, clinging desperately to a stone pillar beside him. His voice shook beyond recognition, tears and snot running together across his terrified face. "Can wizards really possess this kind of power? They're demon gods! Real demon