The environment didn't change much from the outside, although Silver was feeling cut off from the world.
"The mana has stopped channeling from outside... This is isolated from the world, entirely constructed by this spell."
He looked up—Silver revered the old man still flying in the sky. The world around them looked the same as the one they had fought in moments ago, but Silver knew the truth: the world had split in two by Novack's technique. A sealed dimension, mimicking the real world but locked off from it completely.
Silver knelt, trying to touch his sword against the ground. It didn't budge, didn't react. The ground remained unchanged.
"The world is like a barrier... completely isolated. It's much smaller in size, but the mana cost to cast and maintain this must be extremely high. That means he should have an ace up his sleeve."
