Agatha performed her intricate chant, and the air around her seemed to crackle with magical energy that sent shivers down the spines of those present.
Her staff, a conduit for her power, held an air of mystery and ancient knowledge. The long and melodious runic incantations filled the night, further heightening the sense of ghostly presence.
Agatha held a small stone with eyes that radiated a unique and mystical glow. When she concluded her chants, she dropped the stone onto the forest floor.
The moment it made contact with the earth, it appeared to trigger a profound transformation.
The ground began to tremble as if responding to an unspoken command, and from the very spot where the stone lay, the earth began to rise, forming a towering figure.
Headmaster Ashfield and Isadora, still poised with their wands, sensed an imminent shift in the environment.
It was clear that something extraordinary was unfolding before their eyes.
