I had no doubt that there were more within the castle since the front entrance doors were blown apart, the Aurors were dead in front of the doors looking as if they didn’t have a chance to respond. A few cultists were standing nearby, but they didn’t have a chance as I blinked forward, ignoring the anti-magic field that wrapped itself around me. Claidheamh an Ùrachaidh smoothly coming out of the sheath as I slashed through the cultists like butter. Flames came from the sword without a thought, like it was instinctual now. The few cultists didn’t even notice my presence till they felt my sword cut through them.