Isle of Purbeck was collapsing.
The Muggle tourists could only see the Thunderstorm filling the sky from afar, but in the areas beyond their notice, hurricanes and lightning plowed trenches several meters deep into the earth. Wave-like flames surged and rolled, baking the ground into scorched wasteland.
Amid the crackling flashes, small raven antennas continuously fired death rays, only to be scattered by tornadoes formed from seawater.
Stone walls shaped by spells and then blasted apart by spells stood between the two sides. Countless spells crisscrossed through the air, flashes and electric fire reflecting off one another as deafening explosions rang out.
Though there were only four people fighting, it felt as though a war had erupted.
The battle had been going on for more than ten minutes. The shaman's magic limited the effectiveness of ordinary spells in this environment, weakening Dumbledore and Grindelwald. However, Dumbledore's fighting style did not require much magical power to sustain. He used Transfiguration to turn the ground into stone walls and shields, but could also transform it into sharp swords and spears, even whips that could entangle enemies and cages that could trap them.
Seawater was equally ever-changing in his hands. It could scatter the raven antennas, block Murphy's attacks, and shield against Murphy's lightning and Grindelwald's Fiendfyre.
Compared with Dumbledore's defensive and supportive style, Grindelwald was far more direct. He wielded Fiendfyre with consummate mastery, repeatedly forcing Murphy's raven antennas to turn into flashes of lightning and flee. At the same time, he always seemed able to foresee the direction of Murphy's attacks at critical moments, allowing himself and Dumbledore to escape several near-fatal crises.
Even so, their magical power was nearly exhausted. If not for their seamless cooperation, they would likely have perished long ago.
Murphy was not having an easy time