The streaks of light high above began to connect, overlapping and drawing one another in, forming an encirclement as they charged together at that patch of white.
Under such a concentrated siege, the white patch, wrapped in dazzling, flickering white light, was forced a little lower.
The radiance crashing about the white patch gradually spread rings of fleeting halos amid its repeated collisions with it, like the aftershocks of countless powers battling My Lord, violently rippling outward.
At that moment, the sky was like a vast canvas. The radiance spilling from the battle's aftershocks spread outward in layer upon layer, weaving with the rolling clouds high above to form scenes of shocking devastation.
The clouds were first illuminated orange-red, then swiftly shifted beneath lights of different colors. At times, vast swathes turned scarlet; at others, blue dominated; and sometimes, golden light flashed into being.
The battle high above grew increasingly fierce. The halos that kept expanding and shattering in an instant were now enough to cast the heavy clouds into sharp relief.
From afar, it looked as though a colossal storm were churning and burning furiously in the depths of the night sky.
The strange changes in the clouds also brought changes in the weather.
When the first raindrop fell, no one at Hogwarts had yet reacted.
The rain rapidly intensified into a downpour, shrouding the ground in a gray haze of mist.
Yet the downpour had come swiftly and departed just as swiftly.
Before anyone could adapt to the curtain of rain pouring down, the disturbance from the battle high above abruptly weakened it, until it silently stopped altogether.
Once the rain curtain was gone, the scene in the sky briefly became clear.
That clarity lasted only a moment before countless ashes drifted down once more.
At that instant,