Bird Snake sensed the overwhelming aura, and a unique secret possessed by Thunderbird—one Lord Phoenix had ntioned to him long ago—ca to mind. This was the reason Thunderbird was regarded as the strongest among the many mbers of the Silver Spears.
*How is this possible? Soone actually forced him to use that power? What on earth is happening in that forest?*
Bird Snake was deeply shaken. He had originally thought that even if the operation wasn't going smoothly, there was still hope as long as Thunderbird was by his side. That man, though arrogantly annoying, was powerful enough to inspire imnse confidence. But now, the ergence of this aura proved that the enemy he was fighting possessed the strength to threaten Thunderbird's life.
*Could it be that Dumbledore himself has arrived?*
Bird Snake, prone to flights of fancy, couldn't help the thought. However, in his mont of distraction, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, followed by a spreading numbness. He realized his consciousness was gradually separating from his body. Propping up his last bit of awareness, he stared at the ferocious-looking man in front of him.
*You're truly ruthless, aren't you? Using the Killing Curse without hesitation just because I'm in a daze? Didn't you even think about knocking unconscious? You might have captured a high-ranking enemy...*
With a mind full of silent complaints, Bird Snake fell straight to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster. He had been permanently deprived of his life by Moody's Avada Kedavra.
Moody, having decisively dealt with Bird Snake, felt no relief. He, too, sensed the astonishing aura in the forest. He knew Alan was still in there, and the terrifying surge coming from that direction made him very uneasy.
"Is this Fiendfyre? But why is it blue?"
Moody, staring into the woods from afar, widened his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. Rising tens of ters high, a towering tsunami of flas rose above the trees. From the shape of the fire and the magical reactions it emitted, he quickly determined it was Fiendfyre, but it wasn't the usual crimson; it was a pale, spectral blue.
"Could this be the one rumored to have appeared before?" Moody recalled old mories, and his face grew increasingly grim. He glanced nervously at the distant forest, then at the Aurors struggling to hold their ground near the smuggled goods, and finally gritted his teeth. He turned back to cast spells at the Inferi horde.
"Alan, you must hold on," Moody muttered, anxiously waving his wand. After weighing his options, he decided to prioritize supporting his team. He worked with frantic speed, wanting to quickly close the alchemy pouch that was releasing the ghouls so he could lead the Aurors to the forest.
anwhile, in the forest.
Shalltear, who had been dazed by the electricity, had just woken up. After a quick check, she found her body was soft and weak from the shock. Coupled with the hardships of her imprisonnt—those hateful smugglers hadn't given her a bite to eat—she lacked even the strength to fly.
She was about to explore her surroundings to find sothing to fill her stomach when she was startled by the violent bang nearby. Laboriously crawling out of the bushes, she saw that Alan had just injured Thunderbird with an explosion.
"One of those two, judging by the clothes, is one of the masked guys with the smugglers. How did he get beaten so badly? He deserves the bad luck." Shalltear glanced at the tattered Thunderbird and chuckled mockingly, then looked at Alan.
"This kid looks so young, yet he can beat the other party into such a state. Could he be a vampire who has lived for many years? But seeing as he uses lightning, he's probably the one who shot down. How annoying, ruining my business at a ti like this." Shalltear, in her bat form, angrily bared her fangs.
Then she witnessed the shocking escalation.
*Good grief!* Shalltear looked at the erupting Thunderbird and the expanding blue Fiendfyre. Her scalp tingled. *What the hell is this?*
Alan, facing Thunderbird directly, felt the shift even more acutely. The mont the magic surged, he judged the attack as impossible to block. He cut the power to his lightning whip, not even stopping to mourn the destroyed Binding Spirit Lock, and imdiately cast Apparition.
The spell failed.
Even though he had a "backdoor" to bypass his own Anti-Apparition Jamr, he couldn't move. Clearly, the blue Fiendfyre Thunderbird had released was not just powerful; it possessed the ability to anchor space itself.
Seeing this, Alan didn't waste ti thinking. He turned and ran as fast as he could, pulling the Flying Cloak from his spatial ring and throwing it on. He hadn't worn it earlier to avoid revealing his identity to the Aurors and because flying usually made one an easy target in an expert duel. But now he needed speed above all else.
Alan floated into the air as the cloak settled, his speed increasing instantly. He initially thought to rush toward the sky, but he quickly realized the Fiendfyre was acting like a wall of fire—a giant wave crashing toward him. Long walls of fire extended from the sides, curving inward like a monstrous mouth about to swallow him. The height was exaggerated, and the top was gradually closing. If he tried to fly up, he'd either be caught by the flas from behind or be cut off by the ceiling of fire above. He could only aim for one direction and fly straight, hoping to outrun the enclosure.
"Holy crap! Don't co over here!" Shalltear, who had been peeking from the bushes, saw Alan rushing straight toward her with the blue tidal wave of fire right on his heels. Her heart was instantly filled with despair.
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