After observing Airam for perhaps a minute, which was already a minute too long, Hermione finally stepped forward.
"Airam, I think you've done enough. It's already morning, you know," she said.
"I know," Airam said, though she didn't even blink. Her black gaze remained locked on the seven glowing runes hovering between her hands.
Hermione let out a long sigh. Raising her hand, she fired a concentrated beam of her own mana straight into the center of the formation, destabilizing the runes. Despite the sudden interference, Airam's fingers twitched, fighting to wrestle the erratic runes back under control, which she really managed to do.
However, Hermione wasn't having it. She flared her mana, flooding the formation until the runes completely shattered, dissolving into harmless sparks.
When the runes vanished, Airam snapped her head up, shooting her sister a scowl. Hermione simply smirked and dropped to her knees beside her in the grass.
