The moment Vizet put on the Crown, the scene around him rippled and surged violently, like the surface of water struck by a thrown stone.
The clear lines of every object rapidly dissolved, and the colors they possessed lost their boundaries in the process, bleeding and seeping into one another.
Clusters of interwoven light and dark colors merged together, as if the world had always been made of color and halos, and now was merely being washed back to its hazy true form.
The colors of the various objects blurred most completely; they not only lost their original shapes and colors, but even gradually turned transparent until they vanished from sight.
Pale pink, rose-gold, and light violet halos lingered around Vizet. He cast his gaze farther away, and what entered his eyes were halos of amber-orange, pale blue, and steel-gray, some near, some far.
He could clearly sense that the source of those halos where amber-orange, pale blue, and steel-gray mingled was Serena Pendragon and her companions.
Facing this Crown, Vizet did not need to go through a period of adjustment. With the faintest shift of thought, he could expand his vision to a much broader place.
The moment he tried, just like when he had sensed the Crown with his wrist earlier, the feeling of facing the impact of a flood was close at hand, yet blocked outside by the barrier the Crown had constructed.
Beyond this invisible barrier was an increasingly obvious and intense distortion: viscous colors, a chaotic halo made from the mixture of mercury-silver, bluish-purple, sulfur-yellow, cold gray-blue... all sorts of colors.
He could likewise sense that these halos, which had already become distorted and chaotic, came from the residents living in Paris.
After realizing this, he sped up his probing, separately allowing four wisps of