Ace stared at the floating castle, then back at the poem, narrowing his eyes at the second stanza.
"What kind of castle even floats?"
"In a world where no one flies,
Do they travel by boats?
Hmm... it's worth a try."
"Travel by boats... is that even possible?" Ace murmured, voice low and steady.
How would that even work? Flight was impossible but the clue is a boat?
There must be a method to reach the Palace. A structure like that doesn't simply float by accident. It's not some fairy tale where you scatter magic dust and expect the structure to float.
The more he thought a dull throb, like a hammer tapping the base of his skull.
Ace staggered slightly, grabbing his temple as a piercing jolt shot through his head.
"Tch…"
The moment he focused too hard on a solution, it was like something within the domain fought back. A force—subtle but undeniable—pushed at his thoughts, turning each layer of logic into a fresh burst of pain.
Blood began to trickle from his nose.
