Isabella raised her head and saw clusters of stones trailing fiery red tails pierce through the thin clouds drifting above the valley and plummet down!
The first burst of fire bloomed before her eyes. The stone exploded the instant it struck the ground, like a flower in full bloom, gray smoke mingling with intense crimson flames as it rose through the forest.
A towering redwood nearby shattered outright, and the treehouse wrapped around and built upon it collapsed into pieces.
More bursts of fire followed.
Everything happened in silence. About two seconds later, deafening roars poured into her ears along with a sudden surge of air.
BOOM—
The ground trembled. Lying at the edge of the gentle slope, Isabella felt even her organs shaking, her vision quivering wildly. Expanding shockwaves made her face ache and sent the surrounding trees swaying, nearly snapping them apart.
The savage force raged for who knew how long. To Isabella, it felt as though an entire day had passed.
With the final roar, the whole world in her ears seemed to fall into dead silence.
Isabella shook her head, sending dirt and fallen leaves rustling down. Several werewolves who had somehow ended up lying beside her gripped their wands tightly, staring fixedly at the sky.
Isabella looked up, and her pupils contracted sharply.
At some point, the clear sky, with only a few drifting white clouds, had filled with countless figures riding brooms.
They hovered high overhead, many with their wands raised. The terrifying magical fluctuations from their combined spell had not yet fully dissipated, and faint trails of light still flickered through the air!
"It really is the Magical Congress of the United States!"
"What do we do now? Is anyone still at the camp?"
"How the hell would I know? FK! FK!"
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