"Ritual magic really is marvelous, don't you think, madam...?"
The instant those words fell, Morgana le Fay felt her heart thunder like a drum, her blood roaring through her ears.
The voice came from behind me?
Wizet's Obscurus form was clearly in front of her, its churning black mist tearing magical creatures apart one after another.
That voice that suddenly came from behind me...
Who did it belong to?
An icy chill shot up her spine to the crown of her head. She turned almost instinctively, only to find herself staring into a pair of piercing silver eyes, their pupils and whites alike a cold, pure silver.
It was the Golden Eagle Patronus Wizet had summoned!
It was the very Patronus Charm she had sneered at!
The pounding rain, the roars of magical creatures, the churning of the Obscurus... It was as though the entire world had been sucked into a vacuum, plunging into deathly silence.
The last trace of color drained from Morgana le Fay's face, replaced by an ashen pallor.
The world spun wildly beneath her feet, turning upside down as a powerful wave of dizziness seized her.
She stood frozen in place like a length of rotten, worm-eaten wood, her body swaying uncontrollably, ready to collapse at any moment.
The Golden Eagle Patronus beat its wings, brushing Morgana le Fay with its feathers. They seemed to carry some guiding force, making her turn around again like a puppet on strings.
Her vision refocused. Wizet had wiped out every magical creature, both in the air and on the ground, and all the black mist surrounding him had dissipated.
Not even a speck of mud stained Wizet's clothes. Rainwater slid down his sharply defined jaw, and his expression was as calm as though he had merely taken a stroll.