Common wizards could see nothing because the energy flows were not traveling through reality.
Sunders went back to his tent and was discussing Sorcerer’s Garden with Flora. He suddenly paused his action and looked around, puzzled.
“What’s wrong, teacher?” Flora asked.
Sunders remained silent for a second and shook his head, “I sensed… a strange ripple.”
“Strange ripple? What ripple?” Flora closed her eyes to sense the surroundings. However, she did not catch anything.
After a while, Sunders mumbled in a small voice, “It felt like… the origin.”
…
Angor was totally oblivious of the swarming light dots around him. He was dreaming about running through a golden wheat field. The plants were so soft that he felt like running on the cloud. Every step could bring him high in the air despite gravity.
In reality, Angor was slowly “flying” too.
He did not fly on himself. The necklace around his neck was dragging him up.
It seemed the necklace did not intend to wake Angor. It simply kept Angor in the air gently. Angor did not even change his sleeping stance.
Angor made the necklace himself. It was only a plain-looking charm, but the pendant on it contained the “culprit” that brought Jon from Earth to this world, the Alien Eye.
Inside the netted metal pendant, the Alien Eye sucked all the light spots around into itself like a whale inhaling water. The originally transparent crystal put up a pale, golden shade.
The Alien Eye absorbed all of the light dots.
Their number was decreasing quickly, but more light dots surged inside from the window.
A moment passed, the Alien Eye gradually returned to its original color while Angor slowly landed on his bed like a feather, gently and steadily. He only frowned a little when he felt the hard wooden floor beneath him again.
At the same time, the remaining light dots vanished. With the energy flow gone, the space tunnel outside finally closed up.