"What do you think? Will that young man defeat that boy?"
Each of the clan heads was already on the move. They were eager to witness the battle between Draco and the young man—to see Draco defeated and killed. It would be their greatest pleasure. However, not all of them shared this sentiment, but as the saying goes, the majority carries the vote.
As they approached the Volkoid Castle, they suddenly heard the crackle of lightning and the roar of thunder. When they looked ahead, golden thunder and lightning descended from the heavens, sending shockwaves through them. Their eyes widened in anticipation as they rushed toward the battlefield.
When they arrived, they saw the ruined castle—a sight that filled them with delight. But what truly pleased them was the sight of Draco being devoured by the golden lightning. Smiles spread across the faces of most, while the others observed the scene with cautious scrutiny.
