Morgana le Fay pressed her lips tightly together and pointed her wand at Wizet, futilely attempting to cast a counterspell.
The magical creatures covering the sky and earth were not shaken in the slightest. Several fire dragons opened their gaping maws at once, spewing torrents of blazing dragonfire that instantly swallowed Morgana le Fay's figure.
The searing dragonfire battered Morgana le Fay, making the patterns on her black-and-purple robe flash violently, flickering between brightness and darkness.
The robe's struggle was utterly futile. Under the ravages of the dragonfire, it finally disintegrated and vanished, reverting to an utterly unremarkable ordinary garment.
After the dragonfire dissipated, Morgana le Fay instinctively glanced around and discovered that the surrounding grass was completely unharmed. Her pupils shrank sharply.
The cruel truth drove her into utter despair. Wizet had not only completely broken her illusion, but controlled the power with such exquisite precision that he had rendered only her robe completely useless without harming even a single blade of grass.
Morgana le Fay's arm fell limp, as though she no longer had the strength even to hold her wand.
With only her slightly curled fingers, she barely managed to hook around the wand. It swayed helplessly in the wind and rain, ready to slip from her grasp at any moment.
"Expelliarmus!"
Wizet helped her complete the final step.
A flash of red from the Disarming Charm streaked past, and the wand instantly broke free from her limp fingers, spinning through the air before landing in Wizet's palm.
Morgana le Fay's mouth hung slightly open, her face left with nothing but hollow bewilderment.
The Golden Eagle Patronus had appeared silently behind her. When it spoke, she had still harbored a faint hope within her heart.
Yet now, as she watched those magical creatures not only merge