The dwarf wizard's strongest defensive spell immobilized him while he cast it. Otherwise, his body's rate of transformation would drop drastically, and he wouldn't be able to keep dodging Thor's relentless attacks.
The spell was about to run its course, but the first wave of attacks was still coming. The dwarf wizard was growing anxious.
Battles between high-tier wizards were often measured in seconds. By the dwarf wizard's reckoning, three seconds should have passed in the outside world.
But for some reason, the Tall Wizard, who should have come to his aid by now, still hadn't shown up.
If he couldn't escape this terrifying torrent of witchcraft before his invisibility spell ended, he would likely suffer serious injuries.
Just as the dwarf wizard was wondering which Witchcraft Item he could use to block the black flood rushing toward him, a speck of white suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The next second, all he could see was that tiny speck of white.
The scene froze once more.
The white was more domineering than ink dropped into water. The moment it entered the dwarf wizard's field of vision, it began to spread rapidly, turning the Black Sharp Blades around him white, turning his body white, and turning his every thought white.
And so white became the last color the dwarf wizard could perceive in his life, and his only remaining understanding of the world!
The black torrent quickly scattered like burning ash, and a dwarf wizard, white from head to toe, fell from the sky.
He hit the ground with a thud and shattered into several pieces like a plaster statue.
The inside and outside of every fragment were white, as if he had never been alive at all, but made of stone.
Thor covered his left hand and looked down