Cypher stood at a much higher elevation than Dumbledore.
Naturally, his field of vision was far broader than Dumbledore's.
Just as Cypher opened his Dragon Eyes and silently watched the magical fluctuations in the pond below grow weaker and weaker.
The anomaly on the horizon caught his attention.
He looked up and focused.
Cypher's pupils suddenly contracted.
Magic—an ocean of magic!
Unlike the ordinary natural magic that shimmered silver-white with rainbow hues.
It glowed blackish-purple, carrying a sense of chaos and disorder.
Where had this magic come from? That direction... was the direction he and Grindelwald had flown from.
Could it be...
Sensing the instability in the magical fluctuations radiating from Cypher, Merlin realized that Cypher's heart had suffered a powerful shock.
His consciousness hurriedly returned to Cypher's sea of consciousness. Through Cypher's perspective, he too saw the boundless sea of evil magic on the distant horizon.
"I never expected it to be so determined! If it does this, it will lose this hard-won avatar!"
This magic was the very magic Grindelwald had spread across the French coastline to maintain the anti-magic domain.
It was also the magic Grindelwald had transferred from the dimension where its true body resided over the years, through the sacrifice of countless offerings.
To seal off the sea between Britain and France required an enormous amount of magic. As the avatar attached to Grindelwald sacrificed its own consciousness.
That vast reserve of magic was recalled here in its entirety.
Even if... nearly all of it had been exhausted while rapidly crossing French territory.
As long as even one ten-thousandth remained, it would still be an immense amount of magic capable of blanketing the skies over all of Nurmengard.
Without magic to sustain it, the barrier that had cut off both sides of the Channel and