"Ritual magic truly is wondrous, don't you think? Madam..."
The instant that voice fell, Morgan le Fay felt her heart pounding like a drum, her blood roaring through her ears.
The voice had come from behind her?
The Obscurus Vizet had transformed into was clearly in front of her, the surging Black Mist tearing Magical creatures apart one after another.
That voice that had suddenly sounded behind her...
Who did it belong to?
An icy chill shot up her spine to the top of her head. She turned as if by instinct, and what crashed into her sight was a pair of incomparably sharp silver eyes, both pupils and whites a cold, pure silver.
It was the Golden Eagle Patronus Vizet had summoned!
It was that Patronus Charm she had sneered at!
The torrential rain, the roars of the Magical creatures, the churning of the Obscurus... It was as if the entire world had been emptied of air and plunged into dead silence.
The last trace of color vanished from Morgan le Fay's face, replaced by a deathly, ash-gray pallor.
Heaven and earth spun madly beneath her feet, overturning, and a powerful dizziness seized her tight.
She stood frozen in place like a worm-eaten piece of rotten wood, her body swaying beyond her control, ready to topple to the ground at any moment.
The Golden Eagle Patronus flapped its wings, its feathers brushing past Morgan le Fay as if carrying some guiding force, making her turn again like a puppet on strings.
Her vision refocused. Whether in the air or on the ground, every Magical creature had been wiped out by Vizet, and the Black Mist surrounding him had completely dispersed.
Vizet was not even stained with mud. Rainwater slid down his sharply defined jawline, and his expression was so