My eyes scanned the rest of the area to see everyone who was with me on the push towards Voldemort was reduced to the same gray ashen husk. My grimoire was nowhere to be seen, but I could still feel my tether to it. Somewhere behind me. The rain had stopped, or at least I wasn’t feeling it. My eyes went upwards and I saw Tiamat was still circling the vortex that still released green lightning, but the clouds had stopped spiraling. The dragons were still fighting the Abyssal Lords and Dementors in the skies, but the rest was completely frozen.