"Salvio Hexia!"
As if Wizet had anticipated that "My Lord" would make a move, he had already raised his wand the moment "My Lord" lifted his hand.
The starry tip of his wand trembled slightly, blossoming with a ring of soft light, gentle as water, which spread soundlessly and swiftly in every direction.
The light not only covered "My Lord's" magical energy field, but also protected Hogwarts Castle, the Forbidden Forest, the elevated Black Lake, and everyone who had been imprisoned from the start.
This magical energy field cast by Wizet looked as thin and fragile as a bubble, as though it would burst at the slightest poke.
Yet the instant it appeared, the bone-chilling cold in everyone's hearts vanished without a sound, like ice and snow melting away in spring.
"My Lord's" attack, which seemed capable of erasing everything, crashed straight into Wizet's magical energy field.
There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any piercing explosion. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.
It was as though even the sound had been erased by the aftershock of the collision between Wizet's magical energy field and "My Lord's" attack, leaving behind only suffocating silence.
Outside the magical energy field, the grass that Wizet had not protected vanished in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.
The people behind Wizet watched as the grass caught in the collision's aftershock became like a section wiped away from a painting—hollow, abrupt, and horrifying.
"My Lord," however, was completely unaffected. He stood before Wizet's magical energy field, yet did not take another step forward.
He made no unnecessary movements. He merely stared at the composed Wizet with those eye sockets flickering with fire.
Based on "My Lord's" earlier behavior, he ought to have strolled forward carelessly at this point instead of remaining where he was, as