"Resurrection!"
Yaxley's voice rose high, echoing over the graveyard.
The liquid, which had been calm for less than a minute, boiled even more violently than before, blazing with dazzling crimson light as sparks crackled and sprayed out.
A few breaths later, the red light strangely turned white. Even though Su Er was now a soul, he could still feel how blinding it was.
At this point, Su Er could finally breathe a small sigh of relief. Just as our Mr. Voldemort had planned, he had completed his resurrection plan very smoothly.
The great Dark Lord was about to be reborn.
The sparks beneath the cauldron went out, and a cloud of white steam rose from within it, obscuring everyone's view, including Su Er's.
But through the swirling vapor, a skeletal figure could faintly be seen emerging within.
"Master, your robes." Not daring to raise his head, Yaxley picked up the black robes prepared earlier on the ground with his only remaining, intact hand and respectfully held them above his head.
The lean man waved his hand, and the black robes floated up on their own and wrapped around him, making his movements within the vapor more clearly visible.
He lifted his foot and stepped out of the cauldron.
He waved his hand again.
The white vapor instantly dispersed. Su Er suddenly felt that the surroundings were as quiet as if there were no living creatures there, even though he had heard breathing just moments ago...
It made sense. Their master had appeared, and with their lives in his hands, they naturally dared not make a sound, not even breathe.
He looked again at the figure now clearly visible.
Sickly pale skin, a nose reduced to two narrow, pitch-black slits, a pair of narrow blood-red eyes, and a gleaming head without