I knew I couldn’t let him get away with this. He was so lost in the power he now has that it would be the perfect time to strike and end it all. He wouldn’t survive a blow from Excalibur, no one can. Slowly, I got up from my position. The void of magic was trying to render my energy moot but Excalibur kept pumping life back into me. It made me wonder if death magic wasn’t really snuffing magic, but nearly sucking it up in its wake. But my mind couldn’t be on the fundamentals of magic. When I finally stood up, Voldemort noticed me. "You still live?!"