Selina Pendragon was the fastest. Silver-blue light enveloped her body as she appeared at My Lord's right side in an instant.
Her fist blazed with dense silver-blue light, and she became like a spear thrust straight ahead, smashing fiercely toward My Lord's skull-like face.
Dumbledore cut in from the right, the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand. As the blade tore through the air, it burned with dazzling golden-red flames.
Arriving at My Lord's left side, he gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed viciously at My Lord's neck.
Almost at the same moment, Gellert Grindelwald appeared on My Lord's right.
A bright blue flaming sword was clenched in his hand. Like Dumbledore's mirror image, he slashed at the other side of My Lord's neck.
He also controlled the miniature tower that had been following him, sending it plummeting straight toward My Lord's head.
Attacked from all sides, My Lord's avenues of retreat were completely sealed off. It seemed he had only one choice: face the assault head-on.
Everything happening at that moment was also witnessed by Voldemort.
The presence Selina Pendragon, Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald displayed at that moment was already enough to make his heart pound with fear.
He tried putting himself in their place and was startled by what he realized: if he had faced such an assault from all sides, he would have ended up in a terribly sorry state—perhaps even worse than that.
However, that was only true for Voldemort. Faced with the fierce barrage of attacks, the flames in My Lord's eye sockets continued to flicker steadily, as though he did not consider them worth his attention at all.
He did not even make a large movement. He merely raised his left hand and touched a finger to Selina Pendragon's incoming fist.
Boom!