Kael did not ask for Voldemort to move away, he didn't ask for him to say something, he didn't ask for him to honour his own part of the deal.
Kael just wanted President Musty.
Voldemort blinked, and before he knew it, Kael's hand was pressed against his forehead.
Kael tilted his head to the side, observing the green dragon with a dark smirk and a desire to kill.
"All-King, the Empress…"
*BOOM!*
Voldemort's head exploded into meat and bone dust. The rest of his body was blasted away.
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*Thud!*
Voldemort's body landed hundreds of kilometres away, digging up a shallow fissure into the ground.
His head was missing as well as some parts of his shoulders and some parts of his wings.
The body did not move, a brutal telling of the consequences of what just happened.
Voldemort was dead.
Just like that.
But what did anyone expect?
Kael would not let him go, definitely not.
