Eiro watched as the card was absorbed by the splinter. As this was happening, the card seemed to activate, taking on its 'true' form, the dungeon map itself. The large scroll of paper unfolded and seemed to be wrapping around a section of the splinter, as it was enveloped in soft golden-white light. As if burning away into white ash, the scroll fell apart, the splinter underneath it almost bulging and growing where said ash touched it.
As the splinter absorbed it, Eiro raised his brows a bit surprised at what it was he was truly experiencing here. The card was gone. It still seemed to be registered among the counter of cards that popped up whenever a new card was collected, but the actual card was gone. And nonetheless, Eiro still felt its power.
