"This one—which one is Grozsel?" in the dream, Leonard looked utterly puzzled ahead. There was a cluster of massive bonfires, with over a dozen gray-blue-skinned, upright one-eyed giants surrounding them, all of whom appeared to him to be nearly indistinguishable. To be honest, without the ability of the "Faceless Ones," I couldn't recognize any of them—when it comes to giants, if they don't differ in age, hairstyle, height, scars, clothing, or level of maturity, they all look exactly the same. In his mind, Caine murmured a few quiet thoughts, then calmly turned his head toward Miss Justice, as if saying, "You're the audience—this shouldn't be difficult for you." Audrey pointed to a giant who was steadily drinking and occasionally raised his voice to praise: "That's Grozsel. It seems, in the giants' customs, affirmation and appreciation aren't expressed through applause, but through loud shouts—the louder the shout, the more enthusiastic the praise." "Justice" has now taken on the air of a folklorist... Good, she's just shouting, not singing—otherwise the noise would be unbearable. Clearly, the giants here are not particularly skilled in music, and the shouts we just heard lacked any sense of rhythm. Klein nodded gently to "Justice" Audrey and said, "Begin guiding." As Audrey stepped forward, Leonard stepped back, raising his right hand and running a finger along his chin. "You know, in the Second Age, which extraordinary race widely possessed the extraordinary traits of the 'Night' path?" "Isn't it the shadow wolves?" Klein glanced at Leonard, suspecting that his poetry class colleague might have contracted the traditional 'Night Watcher' affliction—poor memory. "I know," Leonard replied, maintaining his previous posture, his expression slightly odd. "But how did they serve as 'Midnight Poets'? Or, did they go by the name 'Midnight Howlers' back then?" "There was no specific potion name at first..." Caine accidentally let Leonard steer the conversation, and instantly a mental image of the man crouched on the ground, howling at the moon, flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but murmur, "This might suit you better—no need to write poetry, it's very simple." Leonard gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Poets come in different types—I'm a singer, actually." As they chatted, Audrey's guidance gradually advanced, and sequences from Grolle's dreams unfolded—first the 'decaying forest,' then the 'desolate tunnel,' a scene from the 'Giants' court,' the town of Dawn's Hollow, and finally the land of Gold. Since Grolleth was not a servant of divine beings such as the Giants' Kings or Queens, and thus only occasionally encountered these high-ranking figures during rotating duties in the Waning Forest or certain palaces and corridors of the royal court—fearing to meet them directly and always having to kneel on one knee, lowering his head in deference—the images of King Ormel, Queen Omibela, and Prince Baderhel, the "God of Dawn," did not appear directly in his dreams, but only as portraits. Similarly, Grolleth's knowledge of hidden matters was limited, and his grasp of history and the state of the world paled in comparison to that of the "Elven Singer" Chastas. Yet an interesting point is that within the Giants' court and among the Giant people, the term "the Betrayer" is used to refer to Sunyassollem—the ancient deity who, they claim, broke the alliance and caused the fall of the primordial bloodline, Lilith. Kaine deeply doubted this, as Sunyassollem's notoriously fiery temperament clearly made such diplomatic betrayals a rare occurrence. The "Queen of Calamities" certainly possesses that capability, yet the challenge lies in the fact that her intentions are difficult to conceal from her spouse, the true ancient god, Sunyassolem. In comparison, it makes far more sense that King Ormire—the Giant King—has been the betrayer. While克莱恩 was making a rough assessment, Audrey shifted her guidance, attempting to showcase Groserel's experiences beyond the "Giant King's Court." Unfortunately, upon leaving the court, passing through Dawn Town, and arriving in the Golden Realm, Groserel had already been chronicled in travel accounts and began to integrate into the narrative, yet still knew little about the customs and characteristics of the regions he encountered. "The most valuable intelligence at present is how, after entering deeply into the region of the 'Giant King's Court' from 'Afternoon Town,' one can bypass the main entrance and enter through the 'Waning Forest' and the 'Desolate Tunnels.'" Audrey concluded her guidance and returned to stand beside Klein and Leonard. "This will be extremely useful for the young 'Sun' and his team in their upcoming explorations." "Yes, I'll share this with him at our next gathering." "Klein nodded. He had just been about to propose entering the collective unconscious of the book world through Grossel's dream, when Audrey suddenly turned back, as if pondering, and said: 'There's one detail that doesn't quite make sense.' 'Which detail?' Leonard thought carefully through what he had just witnessed, not immediately seeing anything questionable. 'Justice,' Audrey glanced at 'World' and said, 'The rule that only the ancient deity can enter the story of "The Fading Forest," where the parents of the giant king Olmire are buried, seems rather unreasonable.' Klein hadn't initially noticed anything amiss with this detail, but after the "Justice" lady mentioned it, he began to reflect and said carefully, "The parents of the King of Giants are essentially the progenitors of the entire Giant race—by normal standards, they should be the objects of worship and veneration throughout the entire clan." "After all, it's not particularly surprising that their corpses would pollute the surrounding environment and affect the entire forest." Leonard offered his speculation. Audrey and Cline both shook their heads, dismissing this explanation. "If the issue were merely danger or pollution, the Queen of Giants, Omibella, and the Dawn God, Baderhail, could clearly withstand it. With the support of the Giants, such challenges would be almost negligible. Yet, even when accompanying that ancient deity, they are still not permitted to enter the 'Waning Forest.' That remains unchanged." Cline simply stated his thoughts and hypotheses. "Perhaps what lies buried there is not only the parents of the King of Giants, Olmire, but also other secrets." "That seems very plausible," Audrey nodded seriously. Her silver-white mask revealed green eyes that subtly shifted, hinting at curiosity. "If indeed that's the case, what kind of secret—something that even the Queen, her children, the gods, and the people of the realm remain unaware of—could it be?" "That's quite interesting," Leonard smiled, letting his thoughts drift. After a while of discussion, the three of them hurried through the "Desolate Tunnel" and entered the interior of the "Kingdom of the Giants," aiming to reach the palaces bathed in the solidified hues of dusk. Based on Klein's experience, this path actually led to the edge of Grolser's dream. This time, Klein didn't need to feign the activation of "The Hunger That Stirs"—he simply used the strength of the "Wights" to open the massive, heavy doors of the Giants' guard residences. Instead, "Justice" Audrey directly influenced the dream, causing the doors, over ten meters tall, to gently and effortlessly swing back as if made of paper—thanks to the repelling effect of the "Cross of No Darkness," Klein had actually not worn his human skin glove. Outside, the world remained gray and hazy. Ahead, what used to be the "Kingdom of the Giants" had now transformed into a cliff face. After exchanging a few words about the various conditions they might encounter in the collective unconscious ocean and preparing corresponding plans, Audrey caused a staircase to materialize along the edge of the cliff. This staircase spirals and winds, descending into an deep, hazy, silent realm, a world of the mind unseen at its core. Without delay, the three stepped onto the stairs and began to descend step by step. In this solitary, quiet environment so serene it seemed to drive one mad, Audrey, embodying Justice, used her "soothing" techniques several times for every distance they traveled. This not only calmed Klein, Leonard, and herself, but also soothed the pale cliff walls—Grosset's unconscious mind—preventing any agitation that might disrupt the trio's stellar and mental bodies. The countless decaying giants' hands that had last troubled Klein did not reappear. Even the most unbearable aspects of this inner world—the profound loneliness, the silence, the endlessness, the lack of an end—felt less daunting now, thanks to the team's shared movement and the ability to speak to one another. "This is indeed the realm of the mind, the domain of consciousness—quite different from anything else." "Leonard scanned left and right, as if trying to express his profound impression through a few verses, but ultimately decided to let it go. In other places or under different circumstances, Klein might have asked his poetry-minded classmate to remain silent. Here, however, he felt that simply having the poet speak—anything at all—would be good enough. "Justice" Audrey was equally open to conversation, speaking earnestly: "The sensations we directly experience are the essence of this environment. The cliffs we see, the sheer rock faces, the hazy world—these are reflections from our subconscious, shaped by our presence here. Other species might not perceive it quite this way..." "Now I really find psychology fascinating," Leonard remarked, clearly engaged. Klein glanced at him, holding back the thought—given his personality and habits, he truly didn't belong in the 'audience' approach. The three of them continued their exchange, walking on, until finally they reached a solid yet somewhat blurred, hazy ground. Looking upward from here, one can see a series of shimmering, drifting light forms—dense and overlapping—creating an ethereal sea. As克莱恩, 伦纳德, and 奥黛丽 were about to move forward, a surge of "water" passed through, and from within, a somewhat blurred light form rose up. This was a gray-blue giant standing about six to seven meters tall, with leather wrapped around his chest and abdomen, bearing scales reminiscent of dragons; on the exposed parts of his body, intricate patterns, symbols, and markings spread out, beyond the reach of ordinary language and sensory perception. His single, upright eye, veined with blood, radiated an intense, uncontained fury, clearly showing a strong inclination toward destruction, and he was biting a blood-streaked human thigh. A half-divine giant! He was a residual image within the collective unconscious sea—perhaps stemming from a real encounter by human or another race's ancestors, or perhaps drawn from the accounts of giants like Grossel. As soon as he appeared, that frenzy spread to the others—Klein and his companions—like an infectious plague. This is a world where spirit, consciousness, and mind touch each other directly!