As soon as those words echoed across the arena, Magnus' expression changed completely.
His eyes widened as an overwhelming fluctuation spread outward from the center of the battlefield.
Beginning with the arena itself, every trace of color was stripped away as though an invisible force had drained the world dry.
The crimson stains upon the shattered stone faded into dull gray, vibrant banners lost their brilliance, and the blue sky above dissolved into a bleak monochrome expanse.
The transformation continued without slowing, swallowing everything in its path until the entire arena had become a lifeless world of black and white.
Even Magnus looked down at his own body and found that the colors had vanished from his skin, clothes, and weapon alike.
It was as though reality itself had been repainted into a silent, colorless canvas, and with that unnatural silence came a suffocating sense of dread that settled heavily upon his heart.
"What the hell...?"
