After folding the letter, Klein took out the copper whistle, put it to his lips, and blew hard.
In the silence, illusory white bones came flying up from the desk like a fountain and finally formed a huge monster. It was almost four meters tall, still covered in a faint glow. Its head was still poking through the ceiling, looking no different from before.
Klein flicked his wrist and threw the letter. The white bone monster caught the letter and gripped it tight
Klein blew the copper whistle again and saw the messenger break into illusory white bones and fall like rain before vanishing through the surface of the desk.
Klein felt much calmer after finishing everything, but he didn't stop trying. He moved the chair back and stood up. He then walked four steps counterclockwise and entered the world above the gray fog.
The lofty palace and the ancient mottled table appeared before his eyes, as though it would stay the same for tens of thousand of years.
