"Protego."
Behind Glecia, Lord Voldemort appeared abruptly, like a walker of the dark night, his luxurious gold-embroidered cloak trailing to the ground. For a fraction of a second, he seemed to possess the majestic grace of the Dungeon Serpent King.
Lord Voldemort stood tall and straight, his long legs planted firmly on the ground, his hips reaching nearly higher than Glecia's shoulders.
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