Cyrus's golden pupils burst into thunder and lightning, and blue flames ignited beside him, sparks falling to the sides, as if bowing down to their king.

Bella's eyes burned as she looked at the handsome Sellers and forgot for a moment the pain in her arm. Not only her, but all the Death Eaters were struck down by the great power of magic, looking up at the almost godlike figure like ants—

There is no doubt that this is their king, the one they swear allegiance to, and the mark of the dark devil is a thorn

Hogwarts: Woe to Voldemort Chapter 87: Through the Flames and Bow to Your True Master! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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