The streaks of light high above began to join together, overlapping and drawing one another in as they formed an encirclement and charged at the white blotch.
Under such a dense siege, the white blotch, wrapped in dazzling, flickering white light, was forced several degrees lower.
The radiance crashing around the white blotch gradually sent ripples of fleeting halos spreading outward with each collision, like the aftershocks of countless forces battling The Master, violently expanding in all directions.
The sky now resembled a vast canvas. The overflowing radiance of the battle's aftershocks spread out layer by layer, intertwining with the roiling clouds high above to create one harrowing scene after another.
The clouds were first illuminated orange-red, then rapidly shifted beneath lights of different colors. At times, vast swathes of crimson flared up; at others, blue took dominance; and now and then, golden light flashed into view.
The battle high in the sky grew increasingly fierce. The halos that constantly expanded and shattered in an instant were now enough to reveal the clear outlines of the heavy clouds.
From afar, it looked as though an incomparably immense storm was churning and burning fiercely in the depths of the night sky.
The strange changes in the clouds also stirred changes in the weather.
When the first raindrop fell, no one at Hogwarts had yet reacted.
The rain swiftly intensified into a downpour, shrouding the ground in a gray haze of moisture.
Yet the torrential rain came quickly and left just as quickly.
Before everyone could even adjust to the curtain of rain pouring down, the rain abruptly weakened under the disturbance of the battle's aftershocks high above, until it silently stopped altogether.
Once the rain curtain was gone, the sight in the sky briefly became clear.
That clarity lasted only a