"As above, so below; as within, so without."
Before Wizet had even finished speaking, a surge of magical energy welled up from the copy of the Emerald Tablet in his hand. It grew heavy, as though he were holding a stone slab.
Before he could investigate what had happened, that all-too-familiar force appeared and pushed him into a "third-person perspective"...
If his guess was correct, perhaps he was about to travel to the "Otherworld" again.
The opportunity to enter the "Otherworld" this time was far too strange, completely unlike the circumstances that had brought him there before.
Wizet recalled the abnormality in the copy of the Emerald Tablet. It seemed that this chance to enter the "Otherworld" had originated from the copy itself.
Just as he felt himself nearing the "Otherworld," the pushing force abruptly vanished, and a strangely featured, exceptionally dressed man appeared before him.
The man's face seemed divided at the bridge of his nose, as though it were a fusion of a young man and an old man.
The skin on the upper half of his face was smooth and delicate, especially his bright eyes, which brimmed with curiosity.
Yet the lower half of his face was exceedingly aged. The corners of his wrinkled mouth curved slightly upward, like an incomparably sly fox.
The man wore a silver-white crescent-shaped crown. A pair of golden wings extended from behind it, with an emerald-green diamond-shaped gem set at its center.
A white linen robe draped over his body, covered by a deep-purple cloak adorned with patterns, some intricate and some simple.
He held a scepter in his hand. Its shaft was long and slender, while two golden serpents rose from its middle and coiled around it. Another pair of golden wings adorned its tip.
The man looked Wizet over