She fell from mid-air to the ground, her legs giving way as she slumped down, but her right arm controlling the water sphere remained raised, motionless.
The Basilisk roared incessantly within the water sphere, a string of bubbles rising from its mouth.
It attempted to keep struggling, but no matter how it tried, it couldn't manage to poke its head out of the water sphere even once.
As the Basilisk made its death throes, the pressure Lynn felt grew greater and greater.
According to her calculations, she could defeat the Basilisk after enduring five Cruciatus Curses.
This was her absolute limit, and that was exactly the situation now.
Supporting her right arm with her left hand, Lynn gripped her wand with difficulty and began to rotate it slowly. Following her movements, the water sphere trapping the Basilisk also began to spin.
The constantly rotating current repeatedly interrupted the Basilisk's movements, providing some relief to the pressure on Lynn.
Clenching her teeth, the blood gushing from Lynn's nose and mouth had already stained the hospital gown on her chest red.
Beads of sweat also rolled down her forehead. One more spell—just one more spell and she could kill the Basilisk.
Reduc...io. Lynn struggled to think of this spell in her agonizing mind. The rotation of the water sphere paused slightly, then began to slowly contract.
Accompanying the contraction was the terrifying water pressure within the sphere. Although the Basilisk's scales were incredibly hard, its internal organs had no such protection.
As long as the water pressure reached a certain level, Lynn could compress the Basilisk's flesh and blood through its scales, and further compress its internal organs.
Once its internal organs were destroyed, even a Basilisk would surely die.
Feeling the mounting pressure on its body, the Basilisk's roars grew louder, its body twisting and struggling incessantly.
But soon it could no longer struggle; the immense water pressure had completely locked its body in place, and it couldn't even manage a single twitch.
Lynn's face was flushed, and blood even began to seep from the corners of her eyes, yet she still felt nothing in her heart.
There was no fear for her own condition, nor any excitement at the impending kill of the Basilisk.
There was only indifference and the constant calculation of time in her brain.
Ten more seconds. After ten seconds, the Basilisk's heart would be unable to withstand the immense pressure and would completely shatter.
Seemingly realizing its end was near, the Basilisk actually launched a final struggle.
Exerting all its strength to twist its tail, the massive tail barely broke through the rotating water sphere, inching its way toward Lynn.
Listening to the sounds around her, the model in Lynn's mind constructed the scene of the Basilisk extending its tail.
The massive tail was now right in front of her; with just a little force from the Basilisk, she would be impaled or crushed to death.
Despite this, she had no strength left to move and dodge, or even to cast a Shield Charm on herself.
The plan she had calculated in advance was designed to push her to her absolute limit, leaving no margin for error.
Death, the worst possible outcome, was naturally within the calculated scope of the plan.
Her lack of skill had caused Hermione to be petrified; she deserved to treat herself with a plan that pushed her to the absolute limit.
Just as the tail was about to touch Lynn, bang.
A soft bursting sound rang out. All of the Basilisk's internal organs, including its heart, finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered completely.
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