The moment Wizet gazed at the rubbing of the Emerald Tablet, an irresistible force surged toward him like ocean waves.
He was naturally no stranger to this force, for he had felt something similar whenever he traveled to the Otherworld.
This force was guiding his consciousness, drawing his attention toward the rubbing of the Emerald Tablet.
As he focused on the rubbing of the Emerald Tablet, the surrounding light seemed to be sucked away, plunging everything into instant darkness.
The patterns on the rubbing of the Emerald Tablet seemed to come alive, breaking free of the rubbing's confines and floating in the darkness.
These patterns emitted a faint yet distinct glow, like a swarm of unrestrained fireflies flitting wildly about. There was no discernible pattern to them; they merely circled and collided in disorder.
The sight felt somewhat familiar to Wizet. He had experienced a similar sensation when he faced the Mirror of Erised.
To make sure he was still conscious, he took a deep breath and subconsciously moved his fingers. Feeling that he still held the magical item in his hand, he knew that his consciousness was normal.
Wizet put his mind at ease. Holding his breath, he concentrated further and let his thoughts sink into the rubbing of the Emerald Tablet.
This chaotic state did not last long. As his focus deepened, the firefly-like patterns began to change.
The scattered points of light gathered together. No longer chaotic, they began arranging and combining into more distinct shapes.
The firefly-like patterns clustered together, forming simple shapes one after another: neat squares, unbroken wavy lines...
As these patterns appeared one by one, Wizet immediately understood. The squares represented the earth, while the wavy lines represented the ocean...
He could also see triangles representing mountains, circles representing the sun, and