The Examiner's Imminent Descent

Voldemort fell into despair!

He could not Apparate; the space around him seemed to have become solid.

He could not move; the air around him seemed to have become tangible.

He could not think; his mind seemed to have sunk into a mire.

So he could only watch as the mountain descended.

The mountain enveloped Voldemort, yet it was like a phantom to Dumbledore and the other two nearby.

Ryan snorted.

The mountain began shrinking along with his figure.

Revealing Voldemort's bald head.

Incredibly, he was still alive.

Though he was about to die as well.

But at that moment, his mind was no longer stagnant.

"I, Voldemort... am actually going to meet my end like this!" Voldemort's words were initially somewhat halting,

but as death brought him a final burst of clarity, he spoke normally again. "I can only say that you are remarkable.

But do not think that I, Voldemort, will simply vanish like this.

One day, my Dark Daughter will avenge her father!

Nor will I ever become a memory!

Tom Riddle will live on in my place!

The roots of my evil will never be severed!"

Then Voldemort croaked.

What the hell, Demon King Piccolo.

Did Voldemort read Dragon Ball or something?

Even as he died, he didn't forget to name-drop Riddle.

He wanted me to kill him.

He even did the same with his own daughter.

What a piece of trash! Ryan thought disdainfully.

He had practically handed Voldemort the chance to leave his final words.

They said that a dying man's words were kind.

But Voldemort was an exception.

Elsewhere, everyone reacted differently to Ryan's appearance.

Riddle's eyes were filled with regret, relief, and a trace of surprise.

He regretted not killing Voldemort with his own hands.

He was relieved that Dumbledore had not