Selwyn knew perfectly well that they had managed to rescue Azkaban's prisoners, and even spark a riot, mainly because they had successfully turned the Dementors to their side.
Otherwise, even the combined elites of several pure-blood families would have struggled to breach this fortress's defenses.
After all, besides the Dementors, Azkaban also housed a large contingent of Aurors.
But that did not mean they had won. Once the Ministry of Magic reacted, it would launch an operation to surround and retake this isolated island.
Besides, the people here did not represent the Pure-blood Alliance's entire elite force. Some families had other assignments. Taking on the Ministry of Magic head-on with just these people was nothing short of a pipe dream.
What was more, something as serious as a riot at Azkaban might alert the Wizengamot, or even Dumbledore.
A legendary wizard was unquestionably a strategic asset in the wizarding world.
Jacob said in a tone that brooked no argument, "We must stay here until Dumbledore arrives!"
At those words, Selwyn's legs nearly gave way. If they waited for Dumbledore to arrive, how were they supposed to escape?
But he also understood that these were Voldemort's orders. As Voldemort's servants, they had no right to disobey, or they would face a fate more terrifying than death.
Time crawled by as they waited. The representatives of the leading pure-blood families grew increasingly anxious, and even Jacob struggled to remain calm.
He stared at the blurred shape of Azkaban in the thick fog and murmured, "Something's wrong-"
"What?" Avery, standing beside him, had not caught his words.
Jacob suddenly shouted, "Lift the Mist Charm!"
Everyone had already been on edge. Jacob's sudden outburst sent even these elites of the Pure-blood Alliance into a panic.
The wizards who had been maintaining the Mist Charm