People from all over the world who had been drawn here by the Dark Mark were watching Dumbledore's duel with Voldemort through that misty green light.
It was the first time they had witnessed, from such a perspective, so directly, what a top-tier wizard truly was.
It was also the first time they had gained a concrete understanding of "the greatest wizard of the age" and "the most powerful and dangerous Dark wizard in history."
Although a similar duel had taken place fifty years ago, Dumbledore had likewise been one of its participants, and his opponent had been Gellert Grindelwald, the instigator of the Wizarding World War.
Regrettably, Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald had not made that duel public.
Even the so-called witnesses had watched from an extremely great distance. They had only inferred from the changing weather that it had been an epic duel, one so fierce that even heaven and earth had changed color.
Such accounts naturally failed to satisfy anyone. After all, no magical photographs of it had survived, making the stories rather unconvincing.
This time, however, was completely different. It was the first time they had discovered that someone could control the accuracy of the Killing Curse so perfectly.
It was also the first time they had discovered that someone could withstand so many Killing Curses—and even break free in the end.
Among those drawn here by the Dark Mark were not only wizards, but also the people in power within Muggle governments.
The same scene was playing out across the world, and North America was one such place.
"Is this your so-called Killing Curse?" President Bill's voice trembled slightly as he watched Voldemort repeatedly cast the Killing Curse, a trace of fear flashing through his eyes.
"And! Mr. Benjamin Graves, I hope MACUSA can give