On the vast, undulating sea, within an ancient, dimly lit sailing vessel, Algier Wilson stood by the window, pondering what he should pay attention to during his return visit to Pasu Island. Before him stretched an endless gray mist, and above it all, a figure emerged. Suddenly, he saw a deep red glow, a blurred silhouette resembling "The World," and heard the calm, composed voice of the other. After listening intently, Algier's eyes widened gradually. A surge of joy welled up within him, yet a profound sense of astonishment and disbelief followed. He remembered clearly from the last Tarot gathering: "The World" had only promised to help "The Sun" secure the "Notary's" potion formula within three days—never mentioning anything about "The Ocean Singer." Yet now, just a few days later, this gentleman had not only obtained a rare, sequence-5 formula, but also secured the primary ingredient! What exactly had he done? Aljer silently mused, his mind involuntarily recalling the stern, resolute demeanor of Germain Spalro, growing more convinced that he could never quite penetrate the man. Was this the advantage of becoming a Keeper? Yes, he had just received word yesterday that Germain Spalro boarded the "Future" in Nasd last week. On one hand, this confirmed that the "Star Commander" was indeed a true "Keeper"; on the other, did it also suggest that the "World" had undertaken something significant last week—such as entering the perilous eastern seas and securing some crucial item—thereby necessitating the assistance of a "Keeper"? That would explain how he had secured the "Ocean Singer" elixir formula and its primary ingredients so swiftly within just a few days. Yet, what exactly had he done? Had he not eliminated one of the Church's senior officials? Aljer couldn't help but furrow his brow. He quickly calmed himself and shifted his focus to other matters. Though receiving both the recipe and the primary ingredients at once had brought him immense joy and excitement, and genuinely made him feel that joining the "Tarot Circle" marked a turning point in his life, he also knew he would have to pay a corresponding price! "What can I offer the 'World'...?" Aljer pondered, sadly realizing he had neither equivalent possessions nor cash. He instinctively paced back and forth, circling the window repeatedly. ........ Above the gray mist, the bustling 'World' faded away, and Klein turned his attention to the volume of *The Travels of Grozsel* that he had just carried into the mist. The book, bound in warm brown leather, rested quietly at the very head of the bronze long table, unremarkable in every way—so ordinary that only someone deeply interested in history would take notice of it. Caine materialized quills and paper, carefully inscribing the first divinatory sentence: "This is the uniqueness of the 'audience' path." This was his greatest concern, for it implied that the "travelogue" could not be sealed above the gray mist—it might bring unforeseen complications, and if carried with him, he never knew when it might draw him into the book itself, which would be highly inconvenient. Removing the spirit pendulum from within the cuff of his left wrist, Caine calmed his mind and began his divination. When he opened his eyes, the yellow crystal pendant was rotating counterclockwise—indicating negation. "So then, this strange book is not the uniqueness of the 'audience' path. That means I needn't be so afraid after all..." Caine pondered for a few seconds, then attempted again to determine whether *The Grozsel Travelogue* corresponded to either Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the 'audience' path, only to find himself unsuccessful. Hmm... after a long pause, he wrote down the new divination: "Its origin." The outer rim of this continent appears in a pale gray hue, with massive rock formations clearly outlining their contours. Above this, towering stone pillars—ranging from dozens to hundreds of meters in height—rise in majestic splendor, standing alone or supporting grand, ancient palaces. Across the sky, great dragons of various hues—gray-white, crimson, yellow-bronze, or crystalline—soar and glide. At times, they alight upon the summits of these pillars to rest and survey the land below; at other times, they enter the lofty, imposing palaces, vanishing from Klein’s sight. Among them, the smallest dragons can match the stature of King Yuris-An of the North, while the largest stretch up to a hundred meters in height. The scene swiftly zooms in, revealing a palace that may exceed two hundred meters in height, now dominating Klein’s field of vision. Inside, towering stone pillars support the vaulted ceiling, creating a vast interior space that allows any of these great dragons to move freely. The lens drew inward, and soon Klein spotted a book bound in warm brown leather, its cover blank, floating in midair—smaller than could be believed against the surrounding environment. Behind the book, a vast shadow began to take shape. As the shadow’s outline formed, Klein’s thoughts and sensations exploded in his mind! Blood surged from his eyes, leaving only two black holes where his ears had been; fresh, creamy red matter poured out of his mouth and nostrils. The mysterious space above the mist gently swayed, smoothing everything out, and Klein quickly regained his composure, clutching his head with a groan: “Ow! Honestly, it hurts! This isn’t far behind ‘Eternal Sun’—I didn’t even get to see its form, let alone gain any knowledge… Is this the ‘Imaginary Dragon’ Angerwid? According to the records of the little Sun, He had already fallen by the end of the Second Age. After I've watched him for several ages—over two or three thousand years—through the veil of gray mist and with the help of that mist, he's still so lamentably diminished. Without that veil and assistance, he would surely have perished on the spot. This mark is truly overwhelming. "I can't make a direct comparison, since the injury isn't as severe as during the time of the Ever-Burning Sun. Yet one has already passed away while the other still lives—this alone makes one question whether the ancient gods were indeed stronger than the current true gods." After recovering from the pain's shadow, which took nearly a minute, Caine once again turned his gaze to The Travels of Groserel, his fingers gently tapping the weathered edge of the long table, murmuring silently: "The author of this book is the Dragon of Imagination, Angerwid? A story book written by an ancient god that can automatically unfold its ending? What is His purpose?" When the book took shape, the "Dragon of Imagination" had not yet encountered the ancient sun god, nor had it faced any difficulties—after all, it would have taken a considerable amount of time for the book to travel from the "City of Miracles," Livenyrd, to the "Kingdom of the Giants," and clearly, the Giant King was still alive when Groserel was swallowed by the book. "Was it merely a simple prank? A mere pastime, dull and unremarkable? Or had the ancient deity, the 'Dragon of Imagination,' foreseen a certain future and deliberately composed this very book as a means of securing revival for itself or the dragon race, leaving a path for renewal? Yet, due to an underestimation of the ancient sun god's power and terror, it had perished completely, rendering the book ineffective for millennia—allowing characters to naturally be absorbed and the story to unfold organically?" Klein made several such speculations, but none of them could be confirmed further. He would have to consider revisiting the book in the future, gathering clues one step at a time. "Later, one could enter in the form of a spirit above the gray mist, and in case of any mishap, immediately return... Hmm, I'll try again after separating from Edwenna and Andersen—definitely need to be cautious and careful..." Klein nodded, attempting to divination whether *The Travels of Grolse* would bring any adverse changes to this mysterious space above the gray mist, but once again, the attempt failed. As for the reason, he actually had a good sense of it: this place's essence surpassed that of the Spirit Realm, so any matters involving it could naturally not be revealed through divination from the Spirit Realm. Deciding to visit the area above the gray mist frequently over the coming days, just to keep a watchful eye, Klein then set aside *The Travels of Grolse* among the clutter and summoned a golden wine cup that had been partially flattened. The cup featured intricate and refined patterns, inscribed with the Elvish words "Calamity, Ghisnam," and held no particularly special significance. Holding it, Caine gently stroked it for several seconds. ........ Caine politely knocked on the door of the captain's cabin. "Is there anything I can assist you with?" Edwenna, her hair now down, looked out at Germain Spalro. Caine offered the golden wine cup from the Queen of the Elves and said, "Place it in Chastis's tomb." "...Very well," Edwenna remained silent for two seconds before nodding and accepting it. Habitually studying the inscriptions and symbols on the golden wine cup, she then shyly withdrew her gaze and turned toward the window. "They're having a bonfire gathering—will you be attending?" "No," Caine shook his head. "I understand. I won't either. Not everyone can shake off their sense of melancholy as quickly as Anderson." Edwenna pressed her lips together. In fact, this might not be such a bad thing after all... Klein didn't know how to respond at first, and Edwena, besides being someone who typically attends classes, wasn't particularly skilled at conversation. The two of them found themselves silent, staring at each other. After a few seconds, Klein took a quiet breath, breaking the silence. "Are you still selling that key originating from the giants?" "Yes," Edwena thought for a moment, glanced toward the collection room, and added, "I can lend it to you for research purposes. You can decide whether to purchase it before we leave the ship."