The Villains Make Their Entrance
As mentioned earlier, just as Skylar and Voldemort were about to fight to the death, they both unexpectedly stopped fighting.
Skylar frowned deeply. He keenly sensed that every particle and element in the air was trembling—a sign that a powerful, suppressed magical fluctuation was about to emerge. Skylar's pupils were no longer gray, but rapidly shifting between red, blue, cyan, and white—this was the state he had pushed his Magic Eye to its limit.
The magical fluctuations in the air were extremely unusual and rare, but they were all too familiar to Skylar.
It's spatial magic!
In that instant, he seemed to understand something. His brows slowly relaxed, and his usually nonchalant and cynical face revealed an extremely complex expression—anticipation, excitement, and exhilaration, but also tension, unease, and fear, and even more so, a deep sense of melancholy, reminiscence, bitterness, and sorrow...
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, he was completely unsure of his true feelings.
Voldemort's expression instantly changed drastically; even his snake-like face, no longer human-like, paled slightly. Although the magical fluctuations were subtle, they couldn't possibly escape his notice. It was clearly a magical fluctuation suppressed by special methods; the feigned calm could only mean the terrifying power that could erupt from within.
"Damn it," he was so shocked that he couldn't believe that even at this crucial moment when the true intentions were revealed, Skylar still had other tricks up his sleeve!
But as Skylar's strange expression shifted, Voldemort suddenly realized something. This wasn't Malfoy's backup plan, but rather a sudden development that had kept both sides in the dark. However—
What's with that expression on that kid's face?
As the most renowned Dark Lord of this century, he had fought me for so long, yet his hypocritical smile had never faded. What was with this look on his face now, as if he had just found a Sorcerer's Stone on the roadside and simultaneously discovered his dead father?
The Dark Lord was able to dominate the wizarding world of Great Britain for so many years. At his peak, even Dumbledore, the world's most powerful wizard, was no match for him. He was also adept at using the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse to overturn order, which shows how meticulous his mind was when he maintained a calm and rational state. He could easily guess from Skylar's change in expression that Skylar probably already knew about the current situation.
"Kid..." Voldemort couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what's going on?"
"Can't you see?" Skylar didn't even glance at Voldemort; his gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon. His emotionless voice rang out. "This is an extremely wide-range anti- Apparition. I estimate that Apparition won't be possible within a hundred miles..."
"What?" Voldemort quickly tried to use Apparition, but when he waved his wand, he remained perfectly intact in place, confirming that Skylar's words were true. Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "How could this be?"
He was starting to get impatient. His original plan to use Apparition to escape was going to fall through. Besides, even if he could fight his way out, he didn't think his incompetent servants had that ability.
Skylar chuckled at Voldemort's actions. "I said, you don't actually think I did this, do you?"
"It really wasn't you?" Voldemort had suspected it for a while, but he still couldn't help but ask to confirm it one more time.
"To be able to pull off such a massive operation right under our noses, who's behind it all—" Skylar said calmly, "Actually, you should have guessed by now, right?"
"You mean..."
Before Voldemort could finish speaking, a loud snapping sound came from Skylar's hand, just like when Muggle's high-voltage power line was cut. A burst of sparks and white light suddenly erupted from Skylar's left hand, and his palm, which was pressing down to maintain the Hypergravity Domain, was violently shaken open.
A burning pain shot through his hand, causing Skylar to gasp softly. He immediately pulled his hand back and blew on it gently. A quick glance revealed a shocking black mark in the center of his palm, running across his entire hand. The mark looked as if his flesh had been burned.
Voldemort suddenly felt a strange lightness on his body. At the same time, the Death Eaters and the Inferius also broke free from the oppressive gravity and stood up again.
Yes, the spell that had even Voldemort helpless against— Skylar's Hypergravity Domain— has been broken.
Skylar suddenly looked up, his slightly narrowed eyes sweeping towards the entrance of the cemetery, where a dilapidated, moss-covered monster statue once stood.
Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed continuously, and at the same time, he also turned his gaze in the same direction.
At this moment, Voldemort and Skylar remained silent, gazing quietly at the entrance to the cemetery. The Death Eaters gathered together, but none dared to utter a sound; even the mindless Inferius remained motionless.
An eerie silence fell over the room—the only sound was the whistling of the wind.
With a series of cracking sounds, the monster statue suddenly split open from top to bottom, eventually separating to the left and right—revealing a large crater in the ground. The whole process took less than a minute.
A sweet, bell-like laugh rang out from the pit.
"Oh, I say, your intelligence is really unreliable—" It was a melodious female voice, with a thick Scotland accent, but it sounded very elegant. "When we agreed to cooperate, I clearly remember that in all the so-called valuable intelligence you provided—not a single word mentioned that the Malfoy family boy knew this gravity magic, let alone that perfect Fiendfyre and the spatial magic that could even teleport with the Killing Curse— "
"Luckily I didn't listen to you--" The figures of a man and a woman slowly floated up from the pit.
Skylar's pupils contracted, and the veins in his hand gripping the wand suddenly bulged, trembling uncontrollably—he knew both of them.
The man, wearing a sleeveless leather vest and with huge skull tattoos on his arms, was none other than Barbarossa, the pirate king who had been severely injured and forced to flee not long ago.
The woman was voluptuous with red lips and white teeth. What was most striking about her were her pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Her left eye was emerald green, while her right eye was sea blue—a very rare heterochromia.
It's Meredith.
Or, to put it another way, Morgan LeFeuy.
"Hmph, you, a dignified Archmage, lost a one-on-one duel to a mere underage boy, doing something so shameful, and you still dare to complain—" the woman said with a smile, "I found it strange when you mentioned it, and now it seems—" the woman's full red lips curled slightly, "you not only lost to him, you didn't even manage to force him to reveal his trump card. If we follow your arrangements today, hmph—"
"You should be grateful for this... fortunately, tonight I meticulously orchestrated this 'battle of two demons'—" The woman's sharp gaze fell upon Skylar, their eyes meeting. "Look, haven't you witnessed—my Skylar —his true strength?"
After the woman finished speaking, she waved her hand gently, and black pits appeared one after another on the ground behind them. Then, one after another, figures dressed in black robes slowly rose from the pits, numbering nearly a hundred.
These figures were all surrounded by a black aura, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
The only thing clearly visible was the red dragons embroidered on the collars and cuffs of the black robes these people wore; this distinctive attire clearly identified them as the newcomers.
Shadow of the Magic Dragon.