The deeper he explored the inner layers of the Imperial Palace, the more he marveled at its utterly irrational structure—a damned configuration that could hardly exist in three-dimensional space.
It was like a toy box jumbled into a mess.
Even though every corner inside looked solemn and majestic, there was not a single place that conformed to reason.
Sometimes, turning a corner revealed a multitude of decrepit palace complexes. Yet, pushing open a tiny wooden door and stepping beyond the humble gate, he would find himself in a grand hall where countless masses of flesh writhed like worms.
Passing through a corridor, the false landscape transformed into a genuine peril straight out of Hell. When he stepped back, the world changed once again.
If not for the Raven's guidance, he might have lost his way in this maddening maze long ago.
This Imperial Palace contained not only chaos and disorder but also a subtly maddening power.
