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... powerful—his body forged from elemental essence, with near-invincible defense, brimming with seemingly infinite magic, and most crucially, infused with the power of the White Frost—apocalypse itself. When he first returned, there had been some unfamiliarity, but he had long since overcome that.
Against those two, Voldemort believed he would win.
But...
Winning wasn’t enough.
Voldemort wanted to win beautifully—to kill them with overwhelming superiority, like a hi ...
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