Sky-Supporting Giant Thunder
Just as midnight was approaching, the dark sky was suddenly illuminated, and lightning, like ball lightning, enveloped Wizet, forcefully resisting the first wave of the crashing ocean.
The Obscurus Core became increasingly agitated, and countless malevolent thoughts seemed to transform into a tsunami, launching a frenzied attack on Wizet.
At this moment, the Soul Maze shone brightly, and the Goddess Statue at its center threw out the moon to directly face the tsunami of evil thoughts.
Just as the evil thoughts surged forth, Luna seemed to sense it as well, clasping her hands tightly together in a prayer gesture.
Just then, the Mistletoe Bracelet emitted a red agate-like light, as warm as the first rays of the rising sun breaking through the horizon.
At the same time, the Mistletoe Bracelet in Wizet's hand emitted the same light.
Within the Soul Maze, the thrown moon was also tinged with a red agate-like color, quickly dispelling the tsunami-like evil thoughts.
The sudden turn of events caught Wizet off guard.
In his view, some unexpected malice had vanished so quietly in such a dramatic way.
At this moment, Wizet's heart felt as if it were bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun.
With the crisis facing the Soul Maze resolved, he can now focus on dealing with the waves.
He suddenly opened his eyes and once again uttered the incredibly firm incantation. "A!"
The spherical lightning that filled the area around him expanded again, pushing the waves backward.
In the blink of an eye, the top of the World Tree was completely enveloped by spherical lightning.
The Mistletoe Bracelet emitted a warm red light, forming an amber-like coating that isolated Luna and the Eight-Legged Steed from the lightning, ensuring they were not harmed in the slightest.
Beyond the spherical lightning, countless water vapors rose and spread, while streaks of plasma, like mad snakes, danced wildly in all directions.
As the plasma danced wildly, Wizet felt her senses expanding outward from the top of the World Tree.
He could almost feel Xenophilius's astonished expression beneath the World Tree, and hear him muttering, "My darling won't be hurt, will he? He shouldn't be, right? He definitely won't!"
You could feel Dumbledore gently stroking his beard, his Half-moon Spectacles reflecting dazzling lightning, a slight smile playing on his lips.
You can sense the wizards who have regained their human forms, gathered around Dumbledore, close to each other, their eyes filled with awe as they look up at the top of the World Tree.
Wizet could also sense that his current power was far from enough; he needed something more special...
As if in response to his thoughts, the Odin Ruins on the island trembled, and countless white lights flew out from them, gathered into a sphere, and stopped in front of him.
As the last ray of white light flew out, the Odin Ruins seemed to be eroded by a raging wind, instantly turning into ash, and the magnificent and enormous ruins vanished in an instant.
Wizet's consciousness returned to that Colorful World, where she saw the ultimate white filling the pitch-black abyss.
The skeletal figure was submerged in it, its robes extending countless white bone claws, trying to escape the submersion.
With a tall and straight figure holding a long spear, he tossed a seed to the side. The seed floated in mid-air, took root and sprouted, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a towering tree.
It is the World Tree.
With an upright posture, he looked up and gazed ahead, expressing his final reluctance and longing.
Just as the skeletal figure was about to leave the submersion, the tall figure withdrew his gaze, picked up the spear and thrust it at himself. The World Tree stretched out its branches and hung the tall figure upside down.
Blood dripped from the spear, flowing down the towering figure and turning into countless streams of mud and water, burying the skeletal form within...
As Wizet's consciousness left the Colorful World, he quickly raised his head, and a tall, upright figure appeared before him.
She stood tall and straight, extending her finger to gently touch his brow.
This single finger gesture seemed to encapsulate his entire stature; after making this movement, his form gradually dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
A dazzling flash of lightning illuminated his mind, giving Wizet a feeling of being in another world. He sensed something different from that single finger strike.
He looked at the spear in his hand, at the spherical white light before him, at the distant waves, and at the sky in the far distance...
Until he threw the spear into the air and raised the wand again, it was the thing he knew best, the thing that could best convey his will.
Wizet closed his eyes again, his will flowing through the wand to the spear, which then spread his will outwards.
The spear trembled violently, and with a soft hum, it shattered. The handle transformed into countless runes, and the ice-crystal spearhead became the core of lightning.
The core trembled as it tried to approach Wizet, but as if it encountered some obstacle, it finally gave up and flew behind Wizet instead.
The rune at the end of the handle faces the opposite direction to the core. It plunges directly into the spherical white light, absorbing the surrounding lightning and transforming into a giant humanoid shape.
The moment the giant humanoid figure appeared, the surging tide suddenly stopped, as if it were afraid of the giant humanoid figure.
After the spherical white light combined with the runes, Wizet established a connection with them through her wand and the runes.
Wizet took a deep breath, pointed his wand at the sky, and the giant humanoid figure immediately made a corresponding movement.
With another swift swing of the wand, the giant humanoid figure responded immediately, and a colossal Sky-Supporting Giant Thunder appeared from the sky, crashing down upon the surging waves under the figure's guidance.
It was as if Nuclear Bomb had exploded; Stockholm was bathed in a blinding white light.
Countless people were jolted awake from their sleep, staring at the room as bright as day, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.
Dumbledore, standing beneath the World Tree, waved his wand, creating Magical Energy Field like sunglasses to block out the blinding light as much as possible.
He smiled and looked up at the sky, as if his gaze could pierce through the Magical Energy Field and the top of the World Tree to see Wizet holding a magic wand.
The colossal humanoid figure guided the Sky-Supporting Giant Thunder, causing the long-accumulated waves to dissipate completely, and countless water vapors rose upwards, forming incredibly thick clouds.
Ten seconds later, the light from the Sky-Supporting Giant Thunder finally dissipated.
Along with them, the World Tree, which held them, also vanished.
The World Tree seemed to have traveled back in time, leaving behind only that magical cloud.
Its trunk and branches, like Devil's Snare exposed to sunlight, quickly curled up into a ball and disappeared into the ground at top speed, vanishing without a trace.
After releasing the Sky-Supporting Giant Thunder, the giant humanoid figure became light and airy, like a white veil of light, slowly draped over Wizet.
The Obscurus Core within her body trembled slightly, as if it were afraid of the white light gauze.
The white gauze robe grew thinner and thinner, gradually merging into Wizet's body.
The tremors at the Obscurus Core grew stronger, as if he were exchanging something with the white gauze robe. Countless evil thoughts surged out and formed a black membrane around his body.
Wizet gripped her wand tightly, but felt herself enveloped in darkness, unable to muster any strength, and could only continue to fall downwards.
Even though he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, he didn't panic at all, because he knew Luna was right beside him.
He felt the warmth on his wrist, a summons from the Eight-Legged Steed through the bracelet.
The warmth on her wrist lasted only a moment before being severed by the Malevolent Black Membrane...