Chapter 395. Clown’s Diary
Fourth Floor
Tyler and Mana stepped onto the fourth floor of the Circus, entering a wide chamber that resembled a library. Rows upon rows of aged scrolls were neatly arranged on shelves made of coral and crystal, the air thick with the scent of salt and parchment.
"This place is packed," Tyler muttered, glancing at the myriad scrolls. He picked one at random and unraveled it carefully.
"Most of them are maps," he noted, eyes scanning the faded ink. "Maps of islands, sea routes, currents... some of these routes don’t even exist anymore."
Mana examined a scroll beside him, nodding in agreement. "These are ancient," she said, brushing a finger along the edge. "Some of these ink patterns look like pre-cataclysmic arrays."
They exchanged a glance, then silently stored all the scroll in their respective storage devices.
After combing through the room, they continued forward, eventually arriving at another chamber. This one was quiet—eerily so. The moment they stepped inside, Tyler slowed his pace.
"It looks like... a bedroom?" he said, tilting his head in confusion.
The entire room was washed in shades of white and grey. The walls, the floor, even the furniture seemed to be drained of color, as if life itself had been bleached from the space.
Mana frowned, then walked toward a switch embedded in the cloth-like wall covering. With a soft click, she activated it.
In an instant, color rushed back into the room like a flood. The transformation was immediate—and startling. The lifeless chamber bloomed into a vibrant, whimsical space that looked like it belonged in a circus-themed nightmare.