The moment Wizet put on the crown, the scene around him rippled and surged violently, like the surface of water struck by a stone.
The crisp outlines of every object rapidly dissolved, while their colors lost their boundaries in the process, bleeding and seeping into one another.
Blotches of light and dark colors intertwined, as though the world had always been made of colors and halos of light, and was now merely being washed back to its hazy original state.
The colors of the various objects grew the blurriest of all. Not only did they lose their original forms and colors, they gradually became transparent until they vanished.
Pale pink, rose gold, and light purple halos lingered around Wizet. When he looked farther away, he saw amber orange, pale blue, and steel gray halos merging together at varying distances.
He could clearly sense that the source of those intertwined amber orange, pale blue, and steel gray halos was Selina Pendragon and her companions.
Faced with this crown, Wizet did not need a period of adjustment. With the slightest shift of thought, he could expand his vision to a far broader range.
The instant he tried, he felt the same as when he had sensed the crown through his wrist before—a torrent seemed close at hand, yet it was held back by the barrier formed by the crown.
Beyond that invisible barrier lay increasingly apparent and intense distortions: viscous colors, a chaotic halo mixed from mercury silver, blue-violet, sulfur yellow, cold gray-blue... all manner of colors.
He could likewise tell that these twisted, chaotic halos came from the residents living in Paris.
Realizing this, he sped up his investigation, separately allowing four strands of chaotic, distorted halos through and guiding them before him to make contact.
The instant he touched those