As the Eiffel Tower returned to its original state, Morgana le Fay's expression grew grave as well.
She had returned to the ground before Wizet. The moment she landed, she flipped off Aethonan, flicked her wrist, and let a dagger silently slide from her sleeve into her palm.
"Disillusionment Charm!" She pressed her wand against herself and murmured the incantation. Under the effects of the charm, her figure dissolved into the curtain of rain.
While Wizet's attention remained on Aethonan, she suddenly struck. With an upward flick of her wand and a horizontal sweep of her dagger, two enormous blades crossed into an X and shot toward Wizet with a howling gale.
At the very instant her attack was unleashed, Wizet abruptly turned his head and locked onto her position with perfect accuracy.
The sudden turn of events made Morgana le Fay's heart skip a beat.
Could it be "Soul Power"?
A possibility flashed through her mind like lightning, deepening her shock.
To master "Soul Power" at such a young age, employ it in actual combat, and even sense her casting from this distance... was he really just a Hogwarts student?
The magical barrier collided violently with the cross-shaped blades, erupting in a muffled boom before both dispersed.
A flicker of disgust passed through Morgana le Fay's eyes. As a member of the Isaiah Society, she knew this was the Guardian's Ancient Magic Power, an exceedingly crude and savage force.
She had to close the distance and fight at close quarters, ensuring that Wizet had no time to unleash Ancient Magic Power.
At the same time, fighting up close would make it easier for her to make use of her own "Soul Power."
As Morgana le Fay's thoughts raced, Wizet raised his wand and pointed it at her. She immediately