Outside the tornado, Miranda's brows furrowed.
Something was wrong… she could feel it.
By now, the spell should have ended. It wasn't built to sustain itself for this long—not without a constant influx of mana.
She hadn't designed it for duration, only for overwhelming force. After all, the sheer pressure it generated should've knocked Harry out of the vortex by now… or at least left him barely conscious on the battlefield.
Yet the tornado still spun—faster, louder, angrier than before.
FWOOM! FWOOM!
The winds were wilder, the lightning more unstable… and most disturbingly, the core of the spell glowed even brighter now.
"…What?" She whispered, her lips parting slightly as confusion clouded her gaze. "Why is it still going?"
She couldn't see Harry.