The flames in "My Lord's" eye sockets flickered wildly, as though revealing the turmoil within him.
He did not answer Wizet's question, instead demanding hysterically, "What are you going to do? What are you going to..."
Seemingly realizing he had lost his composure, he paused and took a deep breath. "You can't unleash attacks like that one after another! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The "impossible" that "My Lord" kept muttering was exactly what Voldemort was thinking, too-or rather, what he desperately wanted to believe.
From the look of things, Wizet had already begun finishing "My Lord" off. He might even be settling the final score.
Once he had finished dealing with "My Lord," Voldemort would undoubtedly be next.
Judging by Wizet's performance so far, he probably had no chance of escaping this disaster.
After all, even his most deeply buried secret had long since been discovered by Wizet.
Once his Horcruxes were no longer hidden, lying low and waiting for a second comeback would become extraordinarily difficult-perhaps downright impossible.
Even if he did escape and gain a chance to return, he would still have to face an incredibly serious problem: how was he supposed to deal with Wizet?
According to what Wizet had said earlier, the Ritual Magic Array he had set up now covered the entire world.
In a sense, that meant the entire world had already... fallen into Wizet's hands.
Even if he managed to escape with his life, where could he possibly hide?
With Wizet controlling the entire world, he would be like a marker on a magical map. Every trace of him would be clearly visible, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Faced with this hopeless situation, he glanced past Barty Crouch Jr., then past Snape, until his gaze finally settled on Harry.
*This was his only