As the Muggle armies continued pouring in, the war grew ever fiercer, and terror spread through London.
Magic exploded and artillery thundered, countless lives lost with every passing moment.
The war in London raged on, but it was hardly the only battlefield. Brutal magical battles were breaking out elsewhere as well.
Magical battles erupted across France, the United States, Italy, and other countries.
These violent clashes exposed the existence of magic to the entire world!
The world was in uproar!
Had Shawn's world magic-show tour not prepared people beforehand, and had governments everywhere not imposed military control and provided proper information, the world would probably have descended into utter chaos already.
Those battles were, in fact, the result of England's magical factions and the Double Serpent Society keeping each other occupied.
Neither side wanted the other's military forces to have too much time on their hands. If they suddenly swept into action, no one could say what might happen.
And everything they did served those on that isolated island. The battle that would truly determine the final victory would also take place there.
"Chief! Chief!"
"Chief! Chief!"
Shawn's arrival shattered the oppressive atmosphere throughout the Arena, allowing everyone's pent-up fervor to erupt.
He ascended the steps one at a time. Though his footsteps were light and his figure slender, he was as steady as a mountain.
Within Shawn's sight, the seven legendary elders of the Double Serpent Society also approached the presiding platform, each unleashing his aura.
Among them, Soya, ever eager to show off, had eyes brimming with malice.
Shawn did not release his own aura to counter theirs. His gaze remained calm and untroubled.
Then he sensed two auras as immense and solid as mountains rising behind him.
He turned to see Grindelwald and Dumbledore approaching together, their