Release

Everyone can only watch on as Reima Ludvig cusses out the Dark Lord in-front of his face, the snake-like man seething in rage and deciding which torture he'd subject this person to. He was so infuriated that he thought death would be a mercy for him.

Reima "Yeah you and your butt-muchers heard what I said, what are you gonna do about it?" he says sarcastically with the surrounding Death Eaters not getting angry, but instead are scared of what their Lords reaction to this person would be.

Voldemort "Hmm."

Reima "What's wrong? I'd have thought the "Great Dark Lord" would have a comeback to this, I guess that's all you are... All bark an no bite!"

Voldemort smiles creepily at him, "Oh, no... I was just deciding how I wanted to kill you... CRUCIO!" he exclaims as he points his wand at Reima.

The audience back at the stadium all wince as they see the Dark Lord cast the unforgivable, they all knew Reima would likely not make it out alive... Even the Death Eaters pitied Reima as they themselves had been on the receiving end of their Lords torture curse more times than not.

....

However, when Voldemorts spell hits Reima the expected screams of agony aren't there...

Reima looks at the Dark Lord and scratches his chest that'd just been hit by the torture curse, he felt like this could be used as a massage spell...

Voldemort scowls and looks down at his wand in confusion, "Crucio!" he shouts again, with similar results.

Reima "Could you cast that on my back? I think I've got a few knots..."

Voldemort "WHAT ARE YOU? WHY DOES CRUCIO NOT AFFECT YOU?" He howls in rage.

Back in the stadium everyone breathes a sigh of relief while also pondering how Reima is resisting the Dark Lords spell, Dumbledore is intrigued but not surprised... As Reima is someone with such a powerful and unique aura he suspected there was more than meets the eye to him.

Fudge's throat is dry as he continues to watch open mouthed from Ciri's observer, not knowing what he should do in this situation.

Reima smirks, his shadow rippling as black tentacles slowly extend out and morph into the Staff of Manus, a clawed hand tries to escape with it but he gives it a nudge with his foot and it falls back inside it's prison. Those around just look on with confusion as he does this, this wasn't a magic known to any of them. "What am I? If I were a Protagonist I'd say something cliche about "being your death" or "being justice"..." his words confuse those watching, "But, I think it'd be better to show you." he states as the surroundings begin to heat up, the staff of Manus glowing red as fiery tendrils make their way across it's surface, making it look like a piece of firewood that'd just been retrieved from a fireplace. Embers drift from Reima's form as his robes burn away, leaving him in some flexible trousers from Absolver, even his school shoes burn away, the leather combusting immediately and leaving his feet to rest in the dirt.

Small Dark Red flames spring to life around him as the air ripples due to the rise in temperature from his presence alone. Everyone is shocked at this transformation, not knowing what could have caused it, even Ciri and Nerissa are unsure about what is happening as Reima had never showed them this form before.

Fleur who's sitting with her parents with a worried face blanks out, her parents shake her to try and get her attention.

Appoline "Fleur? What is happening?" she asks with a few of the surrounding people leaning in to listen.

Fleur shakes her head, "I-I have no idea..."

Dumbledore watches in interest, luckily for him the Observer doesn't transmit magical aura's through it's projection as he'd probably have been blinded by Reima's release.

Voldemort glares at him unflinchingly, "You think petty tricks will prevent your death!?!"

Reima shakes his head, "No, but I think this might." he says as he waves his offhand, confusing a few people for a moment, until a rumbling in the earth signals something amiss.

A few Death Eaters notice and jump out of the way, leaving their unfortunate comrades as the ground explodes and a huge pillar of fire shoots into the sky, it's Dark Red Flames incinerating anything caught by them. While everyone's attention is on the explosion Reima casts Invisible weapon on Ciri's sword Seath and levitates it to her, releasing the spell as it impales the ground in-front of her.

Voldemort growls out, "You will not leave this place alive!" he says as he whips his wand to point at the sky, causing the air to ripple around them in a large area, enveloping everyone present. He'd strengthened the anti-apparition ward as he didn't think the old one would prevent this being from escaping.

Reima laughs and raises his own fist, it glows turquoise for a moment as he clenches his fist. As he does this turquoise tendrils start crawling up the air, presumably around the Anti-apparition ward. "I don't think you understand your situation... You're stuck here with me!" he shouts, stealing the line from a hero he resonates with the most.

Voldemort would have paled if he had any colour in his skin left, this boy had just taken control over his own ward. "N-no matter, no one can defeat me, the Dark Lord." he says as he raises his wand and drops into a duelling stance. Something he hadn't had to use in years due to everyone being simply too easy to defeat, however he knew this man wouldn't go down as easy as them.