The Dark Lord laughed maniacally at Ollivander's remorseful cry. "But you did, Ollivander! And you fulfilled your destiny by helping Lord Voldemort make His final rise to power!"
The wand obeyed His command with great excitement as the Killing Curse erupted from its tip.
Voldemort stood over the lifeless body of the renowned wandmaker and extinguished all light and sound in the room. He did not want anyone witnessing this.
Removing the spectacles from His robes, Lord Voldemort held them at chest level. Meanwhile, His wand tip was pointed directly at His heart. He silently committed the incantation that would create the Horcrux.
There was a howl of great pain as His soul literally split in two. The shop's air became suddenly and inexplicably cold like the arctic. His howling continued as the piece of His soul traveled into the spectacles.
When the process was done, Voldemort restored light to the room. He turned to Daphne. "You have done well, Lord Voldemort is most pleased."
Voldemort blew a hole in the shop's ceiling and cried, "MOSMORDRE!" A another green jet erupted from His wand and sailed high into the sky where it exploded, forming the Dark Mark. Everyone would fear Him once more.
He then activated the portkey that He had brought along. He and His wands and His horcrux disappeared.