The Imperial Palace.
Voldemort had his large green wings positioned in a defensive posture, protecting him from the combined attacks from President Musty's three remaining wives.
The dark red wooden ground has been completely obliterated by the resulting shockwaves and the power beams.
The sound of hard objects striking an almost metallic surface resounded out as the scales of Voldemort shone with the light of impenetrability.
Just then, he received a special encrypted telepathic message. It was faint as a whisper and Voldemort had to focus inward to listen well.
"He's going back…" Seth's voice was a whisper.
Seth had done all he could do without raising any suspicion.
It was now or never.
Immediately, Voldemort roared, a shrill and deep, monstrous cry that was followed by a wave of green flames and sharp, pointed vines aimed at the attackers.
President Musty, as useless as he had rendered himself to become, could not do anything.
