In another cabin downstairs.
A slim man wearing black robe was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. Three white beads were spinning in front of his mouth and they were glowing. Those beads would release some white electric pulse every several minutes and the electric pulses would go straight into the man’s nose.
Suddenly, the man opened his eyes. It seemed like he sensed something unusual. He inhaled once and all the beads went into his left nostril. The only light resource in the air disappeared.
*PA*
The man snapped his fingers and the oil lamp on the desk was lit, with dim yellow light brightening the room again.
"What’s going on? Something is wrong," he whispered.
"I need to be more careful this time. There are so many Wizards on this ship…" He rubbed his chin and started thinking.
A faint distortion flashed by the door and a tiny silver ant slowly revealed itself.
