It was not an ordinary statue or plaster cast, nor was it a yellow statue formed after being petrified by a petrification spell. Instead, it looked somewhat like something from an old black-and-white film.
All the color had been completely stripped from everyone, leaving only black, white, and various gradients of gray.
They maintained the poses they had just been in and were sealed in midair just like that.
Some people were sneering at Iver, some were laughing and chatting with others, and some were staring at Iver with burning gazes.
But at this moment, not one of them could utter a word.
It was as if the entire world had solidified—
Those people and objects protected by Iver's Preservation Spell remained a murky yellow.
Meanwhile, everyone around Ismayil had turned black, white, and gray.
In the entire world, only he and Iver were in color. Aside from them, there was no fifth color anywhere.
Even the Good Lord—even Mahidfran—was completely powerless to resist, instantly swallowed up by this force!
Mahidfran remained in the act of riding an elephant and became a gray statue sitting cross-legged.
As the Good Lord, Mahidfran naturally had plenty of equipment meant to protect her. Yet none of it had any effect... It could not even hold out for an instant before completely collapsing.
What exactly... was this power?!
This incomprehensible might filled Ismayil with tremendous fear—
It was like surfing across a sea of sand, only for the wave he had just crossed to suddenly transform into a vicious living creature. A gigantic head would rise from it and smile at him... then turn around and smash the next wave of people following behind him to pieces.
On the other side, Iver quietly exhaled.
The experiment had succeeded.
At least it was not the