Who Is the Oriole?

Under Skylar's all-out strike, the XZ Prayer Wheel exploded into fragments scattered across the ground, forcing the Dark Lords to retreat empty-handed. Herpo also gave the signal to withdraw.

Upon receiving the news, Anubi fiercely swung his wand, controlling the heavily wounded Mummy Three-Headed Dragon and making it turn to pounce upon the Order of the Phoenix and Auror formations. The Curse Core within its body swelled madly—

"Boom—!"

With a deafening explosion, the three-headed dragon self-destructed under the driving force of curse energy. The blast swept up countless flames and shattered bones, forcing everyone to retreat and blasting open a chaotic escape route.

Amid the firelight and smoke, Herpo took the lead, with Morgan, Barbarossa, Voldemort, and Yan Feng following close behind. Their figures flashed through the passage, and they were about to escape the scene.

But just as they neared the doors—

"Trying to leave? It won't be that easy!" Skylar's voice boomed like thunder. His expression was pained, and the Hellfire burning across his body grew ever fiercer, but he had no time to care. Instead, he suddenly leaped into the air, transforming into a whirlwind as he soared skyward.

From high above, Skylar raised his wand, thunder roaring around him.

"Thunder and Lightning!" he barked. A blinding white radiance instantly burst from the tip of his wand—

A sound like the cries of a thousand birds shook everyone's eardrums. A thick bolt of white lightning cleaved through the sky like divine punishment, striking at the Dark Lords fleeing amid the chaos.

After countless improvements, Skylar's Lightning Curse was far stronger, faster, and longer-ranged than when he had faced Armand II. He was utterly confident that he could stop the enemy.

Voldemort abruptly turned around, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. His voice slithered forth, cold