The ruined battlefield had been blasted into an abyss-like crater.
Blue flames and black smoke spiraled into the sky, while magma flowed through the tangled trenches and deep gullies like a bleeding wound in the earth.
Vast numbers of dragons, werewolves, and wizards surrounded the crater, leaving no gaps. Moments earlier, they had been consumed by grief, with despair spreading through the smoke and flames.
But when Shawn returned like a king, reborn from certain death with his halberd raised against the sword, their crushed spirits surged, and their soaring momentum seemed to shake the heavens.
"Long live the Leader!"
"Long live England!"
Their cries swept away the billowing smoke obscuring the crater, revealing the scene at its center more clearly.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald blocked the escape route while Shawn faced off against Soya.
Without intending to, the three had formed a triangle around Soya.
Dumbledore and the others knew, however, that even three against one, unless they laid an inescapable death trap beforehand...
A Legendary could be defeated or wounded, but was difficult to kill.
That was precisely why Soya acted with such impunity.
Though he was wild with rage, he still refused to give up.
Before the two old men behind him attacked together, he knew he had one last chance to strike.
Without further hesitation, Soya gripped his sword with both hands and charged at Shawn.
To increase the power of this strike, Soya visibly aged, his smooth skin withering. He was clearly sacrificing his own vitality.
The Snake-Handled Sword in his hands immediately erupted with unprecedented golden and silver radiance, even tinged with a dazzling blood-red hue.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald had already prepared to intercept Soya. Even if they could not keep him here, they intended to leave him unable to care for himself for half