When the breeze stilled, the three-dimensional sand table finally took shape.
The semi-transparent three-dimensional sand table, made of countless glowing lines, slowly descended from midair.
Kemei instinctively reached out to catch it.
And the glowing sand table did indeed land in Kemei's palm.
It fit perfectly upon his open hand. It had no weight, nor could he feel any tangible substance from it. Even resting in his palm like this, it seemed to be an illusory existence.
"This is the first support I'm giving you. I'm used to calling it—the Mini Map." Angel said, "As for what you want to call it, that's up to you."
"You can understand its effect as an echo device created through illusion. It sends out illusory ripples, then uses the feedback to simulate the terrain within roughly fifty meters around you."
In other words, as long as he held this "Mini Map," he could observe the general environment within fifty meters centered on himself.
Naturally, it was displayed in the form of a "miniature sand table."
"However, this Mini Map can only observe the surface. It can't probe deep beneath the earth unless you yourself are underground, and there is a large hollow space below."
As Angel explained, Kemei lowered his gaze to the "Mini Map" in his palm.
Through the sand table's projection, he clearly saw, from a bird's-eye view, a dense forest tangled with gnarled branches, all manner of fallen logs and grassy clearings, and himself hiding behind a towering tree.
He was seeing himself, from above, lowering his head to inspect the Mini Map.
It felt strangely subtle.
Yet setting aside that subtle feeling, the effect of this "Mini Map" alone filled Kemei with immense surprise.
An all-around, blind-spot-free view of every movement within fifty meters—one didn't need a brain larger