The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 161 - 1 Dangerous Situation_2

Chapter 161: Chapter 1: Dangerous Situation_2

Chapter 161 -1: Dangerous Situation_2

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“Hmm, we must be cautious. Creatures inside the castle have already sensed our presence. I suspect these human-faced spiders were sent deliberately. Although they haven’t hurt us, I’m concerned that as we delve deeper, we will encounter more and more dangers like this. We must be mentally prepared.”

Rebry’s gaze held an added measure of vigilance.

Such a vast castle offered too many hiding spots and ambush opportunities, and even though the three of them pushed their spiritual sense to its limit, many dangers couldn’t be detected by spiritual sense alone. They had to rely on their ability to react in the moment, which kept the explorers perpetually tense and easily fatigued.

“Mr. Rebry, I think we need to join forces and conserve our power. We could take turns using our spiritual sense, and if we stick close together, the range needed to be covered will be much smaller. This would effectively preserve our strength, so if we encounter an enemy, we can face them calmly,” Komer said, his lips curled with a faint, almost imperceptible smile. The expanse of Damarlinsk Castle was too vast, making it difficult to search every corner and easy to fall into traps, necessitating the conservation of their strength for any eventuality.

“Mm, makes sense. Who should go first?” Rebry nodded in agreement with Komer’s suggestion. After all, they were venturing into unfamiliar territory, and nobody could guarantee what they might encounter next. Saving their strength for when it’s really needed was undoubtedly the sensible course of action.

“I’ll do it. I’ll use the Eye of Dark Spirit from the Dark Magic to extend our current detection range. That should guarantee us enough reaction time. Of course, this is just routine detection. If anything unusual happens, I can’t guarantee anything,” Komer said with a calm yet confident tone, mixed with a hint of concern. It seemed this exploration would not be easy, given they had already encountered an attack before even properly entering the inner castle.

The sloppy Mage and the Dark Knight exchanged surprised glances and nodded, “Very well, then. Lord, please take care. It is remarkable that someone of your young age has mastered the Eye of Dark Spirit. Truly a genius among us. I do hope we’ll be able to discuss and learn from you after this adventure,” they said.

“Heh, you flatter me. I too look forward to discussing the rules and mysteries of the Dark World with you,” Komer replied with a slight smile, his eyes suddenly intense as he silently recited a spell.

A purple-black luminous flame, shaped like an eyeball, slowly rose from the depths of Komer’s heart. He felt his consciousness expand like a tide over a dam, spreading omnisciently in all directions, like a liquid flowing everywhere, intensely perceiving every place it swept over.

Feeling his strength drain away, Komer knew his spiritual power could support only such a large area. He silently recited the spell again to lock the detection in place, nodded to his companions, who were watching him closely, signaling they could continue onward.

The door to the inner castle was a pair of gates, similar to those of the outer castle but on a much smaller scale. The outer castle’s doors were wide enough for three carriages to pass through comfortably, but the inner castle’s doors could barely accommodate two.

The inner castle’s doors were made of unidentifiable timber wrapped in copper. Due to a long period of inactivity, verdigris had spread across the entire surface. Under the dim sunlight, the gates to the inner castle seemed eerily foreboding.

Komer’s Eye of Dark Spirit had already extended beyond the doors into the interior. There was nothing — no presence of ordinary creatures or undead — everything was as silent as death.

Rebry fixed his gaze on a seemingly inconspicuous emblem in the corner of the copper doors. A curious luminous flame slowly rose and drifted towards the emblem, quickly erasing the verdigris. The emblem became strikingly conspicuous,

Rebry seemed thoughtful: “Solonberg, look, isn’t that the secret emblem of the Miranda family from the Dwarf Clan?”

The Dark Knight’s eyes also settled on the emblem of a large head with a twirling beard. It was a design based on a human head, a rarity in the Mortal world but more common among the Dwarves.

The Dwarves often used the likeness of their forebears as family emblems to honor their ancestors, and certain families known for their design and construction would even engrave these emblems discreetly on their creations to claim craftsmanship and design.

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The Miranda family was an ancient and highly esteemed family among the Dwarf Clans, long residing on the western fringes of the Blue Continent. It was a mystery why they would leave an emblem here—could Damarlinsk Castle actually be one of their creations?

This seemed somewhat improbable, yet how else could the presence of this emblem be explained?

“Indeed, it’s the Miranda family’s emblem. Only a dwarf’s hand axe and chisel could engrave such powerful and profound lines; it’s very difficult for mortals to achieve this, and they also have no such need,” the usually reticent Dark Knight nodded, speaking no further.

“Hmm, I don’t know if we are out of luck or blessed by the heavens. If Damarlinsk Castle is the masterpiece of the Miranda family, then we need to carefully consider our expedition this time. Apart from their prowess in surface architecture, the Miranda family, especially in fine underground construction, collaborated with another famous Dwarf Clan—the Sharon Family—to create the renowned Prometheus Labyrinth in the west. Countless treasure hunters have perished there, lost in its depths,” Komer mused.

Rebry’s complexion turned somewhat unsightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

“So, Mr. Rebry, you mean to suggest we give up now?” Komer’s inquiry remained calm and even-tempered.

“No, that’s not what I’m thinking. At the very least, we should familiarize ourselves with the castle’s surface structures. As for the underground architecture, I think we should wait for some other friends of mine to arrive if we’re not fully confident,” Rebry said, showing his rare inclination to hold back. This time, he did not wish to embark on a needless risk.

“I do not fear those heretics and creatures, but dying trapped within a labyrinth would be a meaningless end. I have friends who specialize in such things, and their arrival could bring us hope,” he added.

“All right, let’s proceed with our surface exploration for now,” Komer agreed, not inclined to debate further.

The logic of the other party made sense. Venturing into those underground labyrinths without any assurance seemed less reasonable than thoroughly understanding the surface structures first. With the arrival of experts in that field, their chances in the adventure would significantly improve.

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Light from Rebry’s palm began to seep slowly toward the green-rusted copper door, a simple Light Series dirt-repelling spell in action. Any unclean substances attached around the door would instantly become visible under this practical magic—though the spell itself bore little destructive power against adversaries.

As if cleansed by sunlight, the copper door seemed much cleaner. Rebry, wearing gloves, gently pushed it open, and the door swung open silently.

With a light wave of his hand, Rebry summoned a puppet in front of the trio. Komer was surprised, not expecting the man to also be proficient in Puppet Magic. Just days earlier, the fellow had been scouring for materials, presumedly for some special prop or scroll, but evidently, he had produced a puppet instead.

The puppet’s expression was stiff. Although it was modeled after the human form, there was an additional arm on its back, wielding a short sword.

This man’s craftsmanship left much to be desired; the puppet he produced could scarcely be considered aesthetically pleasing.

Magicians unanimously believed that only puppets of an artistic level, full of spirit, could truly communicate flawlessly with their master and demonstrate the puppet’s unique capabilities.

Those crudely made puppets were mere tools for fighting and struggle, unworthy of the name. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call them props, and the puppet Rebry controlled likely fell into this latter category.