Before the majestic palace, with its gray-white exterior and height exceeding two hundred meters, stood several thick stone pillars slightly shorter than the palace itself, resembling an orderly line of straight sentinels. Cain could imagine that when the city of "wonder," Liviethed, still floated in midair, these pillars must have been crowned with strong, powerful dragons. These were the attendants or servants of the ancient gods. He then glanced up at the open grand doors and said to Leonard and Audrey, "Come close to me. Should anything unexpected happen, I'll immediately carry you out of the world of the book and directly back to the gray mist." This was precisely what gave Cain the courage to explore this place. "Yes," both Audrey and Leonard nodded without showing any hesitation, each moving to stand beside Cain, side by side. After soaring through the successive staircases using his ethereal flight ability, the three of them entered the palace through the magnificent, imposing doors. First striking their eyes was a vast expanse spacious enough for multiple great dragons to roll freely, and ancient stone pillars rising like arches to support the sky. Along the sides of the hall, vivid murals stretched forward, converging at the base of a colossal pillar so thick that it could only be encircled by a number of people standing shoulder to shoulder. Standing at the deepest part of the hall, directly ahead, this pillar stood independently, evoking a profound sense of awe and a deep awareness of time’s passage—like a stone-god frozen in time. Almost instantly, a silvery-gray figure emerged on its surface. The figure was entirely covered in scales, each one resembling solid stone plates, and even its faint outline seemed to embody the grandeur of an epic. “Dragon of Imagination,” thought Aengelwede. As the thought formed in his mind, a voice—unfamiliar yet strangely familiar—resounded throughout the hall, which was so broad and open it seemed almost unreal: “Dragon of Imagination, Aengelwede!” Klein gazed around in astonishment as Leonard there spoke with genuine emotion: "The deep air listens quietly around Him; the gentle breeze is nearly breathless..." (Note 1)... Yet this man still had the time and energy to recite poetry—though Klein had no idea which poet he was quoting. Klein turned his head to look at Leonard. Immediately, he heard a echo: "This man still has the time and energy to recite poetry—though I have no idea which poet he's quoting." At that moment, Leonard looked utterly startled, his mouth tightly closed, shaking his head in denial. But the very next second, a voice arose beside him: "I didn't recite anything at all!" "What's going on? That's strange..." As Klein's mind stirred, he realized that the strangely familiar voice belonged to himself. And it resonated once more, echoing his fleeting thought. Then, with a soft, slightly hesitant tone, Audrey of Justice spoke: "This... this hall can make our thoughts manifest directly around us, even bring them into tangible form? Hmm... when I saw that great column, I was immediately imagining what the original 'Dragon of Imagination,' Angerwid, must have looked like—based on the great spirit dragon I'd seen before. "My words, though, well, they were actually already spoken by the hall itself..." Ah, good—thankfully I hadn't been thinking of anything particularly strange. Yes, I must steady my thoughts, steady my thoughts... Caine began to focus his mind through meditation, deliberately keeping his thoughts clear and unbroken. At the same time, corresponding words echoed around him: "…focus your mind, focus your mind, focus your mind…" "I see now how the 'World' gentleman's inner world is like a new student constantly reminding himself of what to pay attention to. And his meditation involves layered spheres of light—what a beautiful sight! No, no—I haven't thought of it that way, nor have I ever described it to you, 'World' gentleman, truly!" Audrey finally couldn't hold back a small upward curve of her lips as her true thoughts spilled out. As for Leonard, laughter had already filled the air with "Hahahaha." "These two… no, I shouldn't say 'these two'—I should be more polite, more courteous…" listening to the inner voice in his mind, he sighed with growing resignation. "This place is perfect for a game of 'Truth or Dare.' Maybe we should call it the 'Hall of Honesty'…" "What game is this?" "Audrey didn't even need to open her mouth to express her doubts. 'It's probably something the Emperor Roscel invented... I must be careful not to think about things I shouldn't—really, it's so difficult to quiet my scattered thoughts without meditation...' Klein replied, habitually reminding himself, only to be once again betrayed by the hall. This time, Audrey laughed out loud: 'Haha, I never realized the 'World' gentleman had such a side—!' 'Haha, Klein, you've reached this point too—no, I actually said something...' Leonard suddenly raised his right hand and covered his mouth. As expected, he heard the 'Justice' lady's question: 'Klein?' "And someone's complaint: 'Perhaps only the art of subtle enchantment can stop this man from imagining things. Wait—what am I thinking about? Ah, calm down, calm down...' Klein took a deep breath, beginning to focus his attention on the matter at hand: 'Let's first examine the murals around us. In ancient times, murals were a crucial means of recording events, often containing a wealth of information...' As he made the suggestion, he heard Odile silently chuckling to herself: 'Klein—is this really the world's true name? No, don't overthink it—the World Lord will be annoyed. No, actually, it's more likely that he's embarrassed. No, no, it's all the fault of the lies. World Lord, please believe me! Ah, calm down, calm down, focus, focus!' Through her mastery of the 'Audience' pathway, allowing her to regulate her emotions and thoughts, Odile gradually quieted her inner chatter and directed her gaze toward the murals on the right side." Leonard's ability to control his mind was slightly weaker than theirs; there were still echoes of noise lingering around: "Spectralization... Has this person's current thoughts become so dangerous? Hm, there it is—this is truly your innermost self, isn't it? Hah, Miss Justice's reaction is quite amusing. It's been a while since I've seen that man stumble. Well, now..." Only when both Caine and Odile had settled in to observe the murals and began exchanging rapid thoughts through inner fluctuations did Leonard gradually calm his mind and focus his attention. The mural on their right side depicted the evolution of history—scenes of human settlement, vast plains blanketed in snow, periods of war and migration, various kingdoms and city-states, and towering spires symbolizing seamless communication, along with fruit bearing witness to unity. Clearly, these murals began at the entrance and concluded at the throne of the "Imaginary Dragon." As he progressed, Caine suddenly spotted a familiar figure. It was a massive dragon with deep sapphire eyes and crystalline scales. This was Urithan, the King of the North! "Wait... Are all the developments in this book world based on these murals?" thought Caine, while swiftly flipping back through the pages and discovering scenes of adventurers hunting frost giants, opening the gates of departure, images of melting ice and the rise and flourishing of cities like Pessot, and finally, scenes of increasingly colder weather heralding the beginning of new stories. "Will every scene depicted in these murals become real in this book world?" "Indeed," thought Audrey, the embodiment of justice, unable to contain her wonder. "This wall, these paintings—they look so ordinary, even simpler than works by street painters. Truly, it's no surprise that this is the abode of the 'Dragon of Imagination.' This is what divine power and authority of the ancient gods truly manifest as..." Leonard also felt deeply moved. "Possible." "Klein hadn't even managed a more diplomatic response when he heard his inner voice say, 'Let's take a closer look at the murals on the other side and analyze everything together.' Leonard and Audrey didn't object, and followed him to the opposite end. During their journey, they realized that even the spirits couldn't rise within this palace. Since the murals were so large, Klein and his two companions didn't walk far before they clearly grasped their contents. Even the first mural near the entrance caused Klein's eyes to widen in astonishment. There, a sturdy book was held by a giant whose face was indistinct, with a gray-blue complexion and a single vertical eye. 'Well...' Klein heard his own voice, filled with shock and hesitation. In the subsequent murals, the common protagonist is a book bound in leather, with a deep brown cover: it is obtained by the elves; its surface text changes; it is collected and then passed from one person to another, journeying ever onward, until it ascends to the clouds, reaches the stars, and falls into the grasp of a massive claw. In the next mural following this scene, the book appears suddenly disconnected from the previous narrative, now resting aboard a ship of indistinct design. In the second-to-last mural, it is received by a man wearing a hat, leaving behind the earlier ship. The mural that follows, set behind the colossal column believed to be the throne of the "Dragon of Imagination," depicts the book meeting a classical quill pen. Thus, all the murals come to an end. "0—08!" Leonard's astonished voice echoed throughout the hall. "The 'Idealized Dragon' wanted this book and that pen to form a set—what would happen then? This scene almost unfolded when we faced Ins. Zangwiel… yet it still didn’t materialize. Was it because the book ended up in my hands, sacrificed to Mr. The Fool, or had Adam anticipated this, deliberately stepping in to assist? Ah—earlier in the travel journal, that monk just mentioned 'Idealized Angel' Adam, and immediately, the frost giant attacked the camp. Was it the journal’s own will preventing him from finishing his words, or had Adam already heard and turned his gaze toward him, triggering a reaction?" Kline’s thoughts flowed continuously, taking shape into words. Throughout this, he could only manage to keep 'The Fool' as a separate entity. As he spoke aloud, Odile’s thoughts also emerged: "Will the content depicted in these murals become tangible reality in the material world?"