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"What about you?" Cia asked, her fur bristling with newfound electricity.

With a surge of power, he didn't just open the book—he bled the ink out of it. The bars of the cell began to liquefy, turning into a dark puddle on the floor. Cia and the navigator felt their limbs thicken, their bodies regaining the third dimension as they stepped out of the paper and onto the cold stone floor. "What about you

The scent of caramel was usually a delight, but in the depths of the Whole Cake Chateau, it smelled like a cage. Cia and the navigator felt their limbs thicken,

"Is the tea party tomorrow?" Cia asked, her voice sounding like rustling paper. As the prisoners vanished into the shadows, Roux

As the prisoners vanished into the shadows, Roux sat at his desk. When the Chess Soldiers finally returned to check the cells, they found the Archivist hunched over a book, writing feverishly. They didn't notice that the "prisoners" inside the 847th volume were now just clever drawings of haystacks, while the real life of the library was quietly slipping away into the night.

"It is," Roux whispered, glancing nervously at the Chess Soldiers guarding the end of the hall. "The Emperor is in a foul mood. The Straw Hat boy is causing chaos downstairs."