Yes, the sphere of light stopped.
It hovered in midair, spinning wildly, struggling frantically, yet unable to advance even an inch.
Those tendrils extended from the sphere of light, trying to wrap around that silvery-white thread. But the instant they touched it, they were annihilated, reduced to nothingness. Then, in the next moment—
Ian lightly flicked his finger.
That silvery-white thread suddenly tightened, slicing the massive sphere of light in two! The sphere exploded with a bang, dark-red light spraying in every direction. It turned into countless tiny motes of light that drifted slowly down like shattered dreams.
Voldemort staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale. He stared fixedly at Ian, unimaginable shock surging through his three scarlet eyes. "Y-you... How is that possible—"
Ian looked at him, his deep eyes utterly devoid of emotion.
"I told you," he said calmly and unhurriedly. "Give it a try."
Voldemort's body trembled slightly. The tendrils behind him writhed madly as the dark-red glow flickered unsteadily. He knew he was no match for this boy. Even if this was merely one of his Horcrux avatars, even if losing it would not affect his main body, the sensation of being utterly crushed still filled him with unbearable humiliation.
"Fine... fine..." His voice was hoarse and shaking. "You're very strong... but I won't give up just like that—"
He turned to look at the stitched monster still trembling violently, at those blinking, dark-red, pupil-less eyes. "You—hold Grindelwald back!"
The stitched monster's body jerked, and all its eyes turned toward Grindelwald at once. It let out a low, beastlike roar, then lunged at Grindelwald!
Grindelwald had long been prepared. With a flick of his wand, he fired a beam of golden light that forced the stitched monster back several steps. But his movements seemed labored,