"Aah!"
"Aah!"
Severing a bond between souls was naturally no easy task. Voldemort and Tom both clutched their heads, their features contorted, bloody tears welling in their eyes. Their agonized howls echoed through the cavern.
It was not that they lacked endurance. The pain tearing through their souls was simply unbearable.
Shawn stood nearby, showing no intention of taking advantage of the opening to attack. Still, he was not exactly behaving himself. The hand holding the Golden Cup was quietly doing something.
"System..."
The Unbreakable Vow was not truly unbreakable. If someone really wanted to exploit a loophole, it was possible.
Only a Dark Lord as exceptionally "honorable" as Voldemort would actually abide by the oath.
Although Shawn considered himself a good person, he would never be that rigid.
Now he only had to wait for Voldemort and Tom to truly become two separate people.
Outside, on the main street of Diagon Alley.
After the black-clad Wizarding Army's blanket assault, followed by the shock waves from the two Dark Lords' ferocious exchanges of spells, the hundreds of goblins had been completely wiped out.
The once magnificent, opulent Gringotts had long since become a stretch of ruins. Torn flesh and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere, and crimson blood pooled into streams.
The nearby spectators were hiding behind the powerful shields erected by the Wizarding Army, continuing to watch the spectacle.
"Oh, those poor goblins. What a terrible fate. But the Wizarding Army really is strong."
"Mum, those people in black are so strong! They wiped out those ugly goblins without barely a scratch and protected us too. They're so cool! I want to join them when I grow up."
"Hmph, that's what those greedy goblins get for calling the Chief short. They deserved to be wiped out!"
"Well, they're gone now.