Chapter 77
A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Ryan squinted at them his wand tip lighting up bright pink High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small.
More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as