The gray-robed man felt fear.
Such an emotion should never have arisen in a being like him.
His Divine Authority was to strip all things of their vitality, and he himself had long since drawn infinitely close to eternal stillness.
Yet now, a cold sense of utter subjugation spread through his rigid left arm.
Within the Myriad Flower Mirror Domain, the thousands upon thousands of versions of him reflected in its mirrors raised their petrified left hands at once and aimed them at the real him in the center of the space.
"No!"
The gray-robed man let out a hoarse roar.
He tried to sever his connection to the reflections, only to find his Divine Might pouring away like a breached flood. It was being drawn through a channel he could not comprehend and funneled into them.
The predator was being preyed upon.
He fiercely drove all his Divine Might into motion. A deathly gray aura surged skyward as he tried to petrify the entire world of prisms through sheer force and burst free of this cage.
The vast power of Silent Petrification spread in invisible ripples in every direction.
Yet the great prisms did not turn to stone when the ripples touched them. They grew brighter.
They absorbed that power, then released it again with even greater efficiency.
For a moment, the entire Myriad Flower Mirror Domain was saturated with the Silent Petrification law.
But that power no longer obeyed its creator.
It had only one target.
The gray-robed man watched helplessly as his right leg turned inch by inch into gray rock under the erosion of his own Divine Authority.
His waist and abdomen followed, then his chest.
"This is... analysis..."
At last, he understood what Mirror had done.
This seemingly delicate girl's Divine Kingdom was no mere