At Il and Edward's commands, the battlefield, which had only just fallen still, was about to erupt again.
But then-
The heads of the two Legendary elders, still trailing black smoke, suddenly flew into the air, blood spraying from their necks like fountains.
Their severed faces were filled with shock, then resentment and the pallor of death, their eyes remaining wide open to the end.
Everyone stared in disbelief. What was going on? Two supremely powerful Legendary wizards had just died like that?
The hidden spell that had struck them down revealed itself as a curved Green Scythe roughly ten meters long. This compound spell, which resembled a combination of the Killing Curse and Sectumsempra, continued sweeping toward Il and the others.
The sudden turn of events startled the other three Double Serpent Society Elders into spinning around, frantically layering defensive barriers around themselves.
The Green Scythe was unimaginably sharp. With a succession of sizzling sounds, it cut through dozens of defensive shields erected by Il and the others before dissipating-a testament to its tremendous power.
Everyone turned their eyes toward the young wizard standing behind the two headless elders.
The young man held a White Bone Wand. He was thin, his long white hair hanging down and concealing his expression.
The situation on the battlefield had suddenly changed.
Regardless, the wizards from England were heartened. Without waiting to see what happened on the presiding platform, they charged at their demoralized enemies again.
Alice covered her mouth with a delighted gasp when she saw the young man. Old Fawley's expression, by contrast, darkened. He began recalculating his plans, his right hand instinctively reaching for his wand.
Il and the other two remaining Legendary elders were now both anxious and furious. How high their spirits had been when all seven of