A plume of black smoke appeared out of nowhere around Allen. Using the same method as You-Know-Who, Allen rose into the air, his small figure climbing rapidly under the gaze of the Eye of Providence filling the sky.
All five heads of the Void Dragon of Ten Thousand Colors turned toward Allen at once. The Eye of Providence spread across the sky and the black energy like Raven Feathers swiftly gathered into a ball of light, which devoured that energy with ravenous hunger, stretching and transforming into a gigantic humanoid phantom that gradually grew clearer within the gathered power.
When Allen flew up to the giant dragon coiled over the castle, an almost transparent phantom stood atop the red dragon head at the very center of the Void Dragon of Ten Thousand Colors. This incorporeal figure, brimming with divine power, was a full ten feet tall, so lofty she scarcely seemed human. She had a beautiful yet stern face, her features as sharply defined as if carved by chisel and axe, her lips tightly closed and her eyes half narrowed. Pale golden hair flowed behind her like rippling water, while the Diadem and jewels upon her head shone with blue light.
Compared with the dragon and the enormous phantom of Ravenclaw, Allen, who was only about two-thirds her size, looked almost like a doll.
In the instant they met her gaze, the wizards could no longer bear the oppressive divine power she brought with her. Their vision went black, their ears rang with a buzz, and they felt as if their entire bodies had scattered like motes of dust. Crushed by that divine force, they collapsed to the ground—though at least it finally freed them from that brief state of irrationality they had been in moments ago.
Paul Greengrass, sprawled