Morgan le Fay pressed her lips tightly together and pointed her wand at Vizet, futilely trying to cast magic to counter him.
The Dark Magic creatures covering the sky and fields did not waver because of it. Several Fire Dragons opened their bloody maws at the same time, and scorching dragon breath surged out like a flood, instantly swallowing Morgan le Fay's figure.
The burning dragon breath battered Morgan le Fay, and the lines on that Black-Purple Robe flashed violently, bright one moment and dim the next.
The robe's struggle was utterly futile. Under the ravaging dragon breath, it still completely collapsed, dispersed, and turned back into an unremarkable ordinary garment.
After the dragon breath dissipated, Morgan le Fay instinctively glanced around and discovered that the grassland around her was actually completely unharmed, making her pupils contract sharply.
The cruel truth plunged her into utter despair. Vizet had not only completely broken her illusion, but had also controlled the power with such exquisite precision that he merely rendered her robe completely ineffective without harming so much as a single blade of grass.
Morgan le Fay's arm drooped, as if even the strength to hold her wand had been exhausted.
She relied only on her slightly curled fingers to barely hook onto the wand. The wand swayed helplessly in the wind and rain, ready to slip to the ground at any moment.
"Disarming Charm!"
Vizet helped her complete the final step.
The red light of the Disarming Charm flashed, and the wand instantly broke free from her limp fingers, spinning through the air and landing in Vizet's palm.
Morgan le Fay's mouth hung slightly open, and only hollow bewilderment remained on her face.
When the Golden Eagle Patronus had appeared silently behind her and begun to speak, there had still