"Huff... huff..."
Grindelwald knelt on one knee, panting heavily as sweat dripped down his cheeks.
He raised his head and stared fixedly at the girl before him, his eyes full of shock.
What kind of monster was this girl?
Magic on that scale was simply beyond anything human. Had she not held back at the end, all of Paris would probably have been wiped off the map.
Hermione stood where she was, her expression calm.
Yet no one noticed that the Witch who had just unleashed that earth-shattering magic, looking so utterly unruffled, had a slight tremor in her fingertips.
Her heart was still pounding, too.
That move, "Planetary Devastation," was the ultimate trump card she had developed after her ancient magic reached level six.
The fused planetoid, several hundred meters in diameter, had already been the limit of what her current level six magical power could control. Had she drawn in even a little more matter, its gravity would have spiraled completely out of control, and she herself would have been flattened into two dimensions on the spot.
Fortunately, at the last possible moment, she had used repulsion to blast the sphere apart from within. She had nearly gotten herself killed.
"I lost."
Looking at the ruins and scorched earth all around him, Grindelwald finally lowered his head.
He meant it.
No defensive magic could withstand a gigantic fireball on that scale, and the girl's Mirror Dimension completely neutralized Apparition.
Had it actually come crashing down, he would have had no chance of surviving.
Only after he conceded did the people on the perimeter, whom Dumbledore's Shield had saved, snap out of their daze.
During the battle, many members of the Pure-Blood Party had been touched by Grindelwald's blue Fiendfyre and instantly reduced to ashes.
Others had been caught