Elder Blood Witcher 457 Accidentally Flexing...

The audience back in the stadium can't believe their eyes, most begin to think this is some kind of play. They remembered the terror of the last wizarding war and how much pain and suffering Voldemort had wrought... To see this powerful figure in their minds literally get his soul ripped out and eaten by what they thought was a teenager is too much for some.

Severus Snape pales at he watches this, remembering the various times he'd tried to use Legilimency on him. His anger at having one of his last memories of him and Lily Evens disappear and are replaced with fear and appreciation. He feels his arm tingle and looks down, seeing that the Dark Mark of the Dark Lord had simply vanished without a trace. Unlike the previous time where it had faded but not completely disappeared.

Dumbledore was confused at the events happening before his eyes, was the prophecy wrong? Or was Reima Ludvig a being that superseded fate itself? He'd like to talk with the boy but knew the Magical community would label him a terrorist and monster for the power he held and his brutal methods in which he deposed of his enemies... Albus could see throughout the boys battle with Tom that he'd been holding back significantly, most of his attacks hadn't even been targeted towards Voldemort, instead being directed at the surrounding Death Eaters... He sighs to himself and begins to try and think of a couple ways he could put the public on Reima Ludvigs side, he didn't think the world could handle a Dark Lord with such power, should the magical world turn against him.

Fleur feels the stares of many people on her, they weren't the usual l.u.s.tful ones but instead were fearful, almost reverential... Her close contact with Reima up until this point had apparently put her on another level from her peers, simply being close to him was apparently enough to make people wary of her. She couldn't help but chuckle at her fathers expression though, the man remembering the time he'd threatened Reima should he hurt his daughter... What a laugh.

The vampires on the scene had been watching the fight between Voldemort and Reima, they didn't interfere as both factions intended to eliminate the winner after they were exhausted. Only after this would they fight one another for the possession over Dracula's last and most powerful heir.

Their plans looked to be looking more stupid as the fight went on however, they hadn't known of the existence of a being as powerful as Reima, not even the strongest vampire had come close to this level.

Velika Alucard looks to her husband, "Perhaps we should not pursue Nerissa any longer?" she asks, not wis.h.i.+ng to fight a being capable of tearing someones soul out with such ease.

Sterling shakes his head, "No. If such a person gains control over Dracula's most powerful heir, balance of the worlds power would s.h.i.+ft... In ways that I am not able to comprehend."

Velika presses, "Please! I do not wish for the destruction of our clan... We must let this go!"

Sterling "Silence! We will attack when the others do, hold your tongue until we've achieved victory" he states.

Ciri and Nerissa hadn't engaged the large group of vampires around them yet as they didn't think they'd be able to hold off such a large group, instead waiting as Reima destroyed everything and anyone that challenged him. They'd move when the numbers were lowered enough so for now they continued to crouch low to the ground and look as conspicuous as possible, the two of them gripping their weapons at the ready incase of a surprise attack.

Reima had just torn Voldemorts soul from his body, his pale lifeless form slowly dissipating into ashes. Not due to Reima's fiery aura but due to it only being held together by the huge magical potential of Tom Riddle himself.

His eyes are still black as stands there motionless, Reima himself wasn't thinking of anything and was instead concentrating on whatever he was currently feeling.

A green spell shoots towards his back out of no where, shocking those with the composure to notice. The spell is surprising that those close to Reima don't even get a chance to shout for him to watch out as it hits him in the back.

Bellatrix "THAT'S FOR OUR LORD!" She howls from the group of Death Eaters still remaining, a few had tried to flee but were killed by those still loyal. Afterall if the Dark Lord could return once he could return again. They were constructing a plan to kill Reima when Bellatrix shot a spell randomly at him... They were all shocked when it actually hit him.

The stadium of observers had their mouths agape as they watched Reima, a being of such power killed in such a manner!

...

They all continue to watch, expecting Reima to fall down limply, there was only one instance of someone surviving the killing curse but they didn't think this was one of those times...

Another couple of seconds ticks by with Reima still standing, not having moved from his original position...

Bellatrix frowns and fires a couple more green bolt at him, all of them hitting his back. This apparently gave the others the courage to help her out as a barrage of killing curses shoot from the group and collide with Reima. His friends watch in horror as he's pelted with many spells that should be capable of killing him with a single hit... However, he continues to just stand there.

Reima's eyes return to their normal Turquoise colour as he shakes his head and turns around absentmindedly. He notices everyone staring at him and leans his head to the side, "Yeah, Voldemorts dead, and you're next." he says, not giving any indication that the killing curses had actually affected him or even that he knew he'd been hit at all.