novelraw Chapter 473 : The Unspeakable Castel I
Chapter 473 : The Unspeakable Castel I
Chapter 473: The Unspeakable Castel I
Isaac suddenly opened his eyes.
A strange ceiling.
A thin blanket was covering him; the bed beneath was soft and tidy. The air around him was warm and damp — no longer the freezing cold of the Northlands.
“Am I dead?”
A trace of fear still lingered in his eyes.
Isaac had thought that Lina was merely good at frontal combat, so when he found her inside Sleddinburg, he had decided to step forward and lure her away.
Years of wits and conflict with the Church of Candlelight had given him abundant experience in escaping. His dual path had granted him some confidence too — as long as he was careful, avoided battle, and focused on fleeing, survival shouldn’t have been a problem.
Yet Lina seemed to know him inside and out. With terrifying ease, she had pulled his true body out from among his decoys. Almost as soon as their eyes met, he had been subdued.
Before losing consciousness, he had activated his ability for an instant, seeing the whole of Sleddinburg — and it had been a scene of utter despair.
A group of elite soldiers had blocked the castle’s main gate. Forget about Gwen — even if Nora and he were both there, they might not have been able to break through the ranks of the Frostsoil Guard holding tower shields.
The Resistance Army was finished — that was beyond doubt.
And where he was now did not seem to be within a cocoon. That was reasonable enough — with Lina’s horrifying tracking ability, she would never let his soul slip away.
So… where was this?
Isaac, ever meticulous, was skilled at deducing truth through details — but this time, he had a simpler method.
Activating his ability of 【Self-Binding】, everything around him instantly appeared in his mind — wait… what was that!?
His eyes widened in shock as two streams of blood-tears ran down his cheeks. His body swayed and collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.
He seemed to be inside a chapel. Though its structure was somewhat peculiar, it was still within his understanding.
But why was there such a colossal heretical god beneath the chapel!?
Darkness clouded his vision; his sense of self wavered like a candle in a storm. The overwhelming sight had nearly drowned him in the Sea of Unawareness.
Thinking back carefully, that massive heretical god had seemed to be imprisoned within a furnace… Could it be that even beings as mighty as heretical gods were used merely as fuel?
If even a heretical god could only serve as fuel, then what kind of place was this?
Isaac’s thoughts trembled. Was this… the divine realm of the gods of the ancient epochs?
Even within a divine kingdom, they could hardly treat heretical gods as fuel. How immeasurably powerful and arrogant must one be to do such a thing?
After resting for a while, he barely gathered enough strength to stand.
Curiosity gnawed at him — what kind of place was this, truly?
Cautiously observing his surroundings, he dared not use his abilities again — if he saw something he shouldn’t, he might truly sink into the Sea of Unawareness this time!
This place was far too bizarre — just one glance had nearly cost him his life. He had to tread carefully.
Isaac’s gaze first fell upon the walls.
The walls were coated with a layer of white paint — likely lime or something similar. Nothing unusual about that. Choosing a spot out of sight, he scraped at it with his hand.
White powder fell like snowflakes — and Isaac’s eyes widened.
Beneath the whitewash, the wall was made of stone.
Stone with no visible seams.
He checked a few more spots, then went around scraping the entire room.
“No seams… no seams here either…”
“Could it be… the whole thing’s carved from a single block of stone?”
For a chapel this large, to find a stone massive enough, hollow it out, and carve it into such a shape…
Isaac’s pupils quivered slightly — this was absolutely beyond human capability. To call it a miracle was no exaggeration.
Even a mountain of stone would have countless fractures within it. How long would it take to hollow one out?
Isaac applied some force, managing to pry a small piece of the material from an edge. Crushing it in his palm, he found it astonishingly solid yet pliant. Even an extraordinary being like him could barely make a mark on it. For mortals…
Impossible.
Isaac shook his head — this truly must be a divine realm.
The furnishings in the room were unremarkable; the bed and cabinet were forged from steel. In the mortal world, that would have been astounding, but in a divine realm, it was hardly worth a mention.
Such devotion to steel — perhaps this was the domain of the God of Steel.
Pressing his ear to the door for a while and hearing nothing unusual, Isaac decided to step outside.
He opened the door cautiously, slowed his breathing, and suppressed his presence. Drawing a deep breath, he stepped out of the room.
To him, it was just one small step — but for humankind, it might have been a crucial one. After all, this was the dwelling place of the gods, unexplored by any mortal. One could never be too careful.
With his heart pounding in excitement, Isaac crept into the corridor.
At first glance, the corridor seemed ordinary enough. Yet Isaac felt he had already discerned this place’s nature — beneath the façade of normalcy lay an indescribably strange essence.
He missed no detail, examining every inch of his surroundings.
Soon, his eyes lit up.
As expected!
From a groove in the ceiling’s corner came a faint, rhythmic sound.
Isaac glanced around, ensuring no one was near. Then he lightly jumped twice, digging his fingers into the wall and clinging to it. From this height, he could see it clearly — a thick pipe.
His supernatural senses told him that some kind of gas was flowing through it, and it seemed to connect down to the furnace below.
Connected to the furnace?
Isaac’s expression grew tense, and he quickly withdrew his perception.
Could this too be related to the heretical god?
As expected — nothing in this place could be taken lightly.
Following the pipe’s direction, Isaac noticed it extended toward both sides of the corridor, leading into many different rooms. After a moment of hesitation, he opened the nearest door.
He recognized the sign upon it — written in the common tongue were the words “Greenhouse.”
A greenhouse shouldn’t be too dangerous… right?
The lock was a simple mechanical one — nothing he couldn’t handle. As he pushed the door open, a wave of heat rushed toward him. The temperature inside was clearly higher than outside — it truly was a greenhouse.
Isaac cautiously peeked inside.
The interior extended through several floors, over ten meters high, filled with tall trees. A narrow path ran through the middle.
Hmm… it seemed like an ordinary greenhouse, yet Isaac did not lower his guard. Everything here was perilous — only its surface appeared safe.
He took a few steps forward. The trees were all unfamiliar to him, yet they stirred a strange sense of familiarity — a blend of recognition and alien unease.
Just as certain creatures that looked almost human but not quite would trigger the most primal fear within mankind, these plants too exuded a subtle, uncanny sensation.