"Vizet..." Draco seemed to be searching for confirmation. "Can you see it? Can you see that eye?"
He suddenly realized something. After hesitating, he still asked, "You can't see that eye, can you?"
Vizet nodded. "I only have a strong sense of being watched, but I don't see anything."
"Draco, would you mind letting me look at your memory? I want to know what exactly you saw."
"Of course!" Draco nodded repeatedly. "What should I do?"
Vizet raised his Wand. "Just relax. Don't resist my Mental Magic."
The process of guiding out the memory went more smoothly than expected. As Vizet lifted his arm, the Wand followed the motion of his arm and drew out a Silver Thread.
The other end of the Silver Thread was still connected to Draco's temple.
With a flick of Vizet's wrist, the Silver Thread stuck to the tip of the Wand drifted up, spreading out something like smoke. It quickly gathered in midair, solidified, and formed a suspended silver sphere.
That was the scene Draco had seen.
The moon, which had looked like a silver plate, had grown blurred around the edges, as though wrapped in thick, translucent gel.
It was as if it possessed life force, turning into a gigantic eyeball stripped of its eyelids, pulsing together with the gel that encased it, twitching in a grotesque spasm.
The shadows of the craters that should have been yellow-gray had now converged at the moon's central region, twisting and gathering to form a deep blot like a pupil.
This enormous "eyeball" no longer cast soft moonlight, but poured down something cold and gaze-like.
This was the source of what Vizet had felt earlier. The moon at that moment was like a huge, cold, emotionless eyeball.
The moonlight that should have fallen upon the world