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“The runes—you said they could contain dark magic, right?”
Ron’s eyes widened. “Yes, but—”
“Then use them!”
Ron hesitated for only a second before moving. His fingers traced a pattern in the air, his voice murmuring an incantation that made the air pulse with energy.
The runes glowed, forming a barrier of shimmering light between them and Magnus. The dark magic lashed against it, resisting, fighting.
Magnus screamed—a sound that was equal parts rage and agony.
“Hold him!” Ron shouted. “I need time!”
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