The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 220 - 13 Mysterious Guest

Chapter 220: Chapter 13: Mysterious Guest

Chapter 220 -13: Mysterious Guest

With a casual lift of his hand, the Light Flame Technique slowly rose within the stone chamber. The newly joined mage hardly spoke any superfluous words. Komer had come into contact with him twice before, yet they had not exchanged more than ten sentences, and aside from learning each other’s names and their origins, Komer hadn’t gleaned any information about the mage. However, Komer didn’t care about these details, as long as he could stay in the Caucasus, nothing else mattered.

Newman was already standing in the middle of the stone chamber’s wall, his gaunt and hunchbacked body casting a forlorn shadow on the mottled ground, seeming to add a touch of desolateness to the chamber. But at that moment, Newman’s heart was pounding. A power imprint was added onto his own palm, and Newman’s hand was now precisely placed on the calculated spot. A violent shaking sensation passed to everyone’s feet in the chamber, as if a severe earthquake had occurred. The chamber seemed to wobble, and Komer’s color slightly faded. If this fellow had miscalculated, it would be an unjust fate for the group to become entombed here.

Fortunately, the stone chamber only shook violently for a moment. Aside from some dust falling, there was no other anomaly. Everyone’s gaze was fixed upon the stone wall, as a crack widened from thin to thick, eventually becoming more apparent until it slowly split open to reveal a huge secret path entrance. A strong magic breath hit them face on, so powerful that even Komer, who stood at the very back, could feel the devouring power of magic. Almost simultaneously, three “Light Bead Flame Cannons” were summoned in the air, exploding in an instant as the dark shadows almost enveloped everyone, enhanced by the explosive power of the “Light Bead Flame Cannons”. In the blink of an eye, three mages exhausted their capabilities in chanting spells, casting Light Series magic that was displayed before everyone without exception, and Komer, not wanting to be outdone, emitted a “Holy Light Illumination” that made the whole stone chamber as bright as daytime. The black Dark Devouring Force that had already spilled over retreated under the counterattack of the strong Light-based mana, like a contest between the giants of darkness and light, with darkness ultimately becoming insubstantial and light pervading the entire chamber all the way to the opening of the stone wall.

Everyone was slowly adjusting their pupils to the abrupt contrast between dark and light, and Newman, with his red eyes, rubbed his hands and stood at the forefront, his voice almost dreamlike, “We’ve arrived, great ancient Father God!”

What was displayed before everyone was a spacious entrance, clearly made with space expansion magic; otherwise, no matter how big the chamber, it couldn’t possibly accommodate such a grand secret path entrance. But for the magic of the space expansion technique to have held up from the time the castle was built until now was nearly unthinkable, making everyone question what truly lay hidden behind this architectural marvel. The peculiar fates of successive lords, the Eye of Darkness in its geographic location, the ghost whose whereabouts still hadn’t been found, the Dwarven construction house—the Miranda family, the eerie dark magic mechanisms with spatial bans. All of this seemed to hint that the castle was definitely not as simple as imagined, and uncovering the real mystery behind it was surely not going to be as easy as everyone had initially guessed.

But having come this far, it was impossible for anyone to turn back. A strong curiosity not only drives people to discover the world but also serves as a stimulant that encourages them to fearlessly face difficulties. Containing their excitement, the seven persons entered single file, none willing to stay behind to bring up the rear in the stone chamber, not even Komer, who was somewhat worried. Without the presence of the master himself, should they actually uncover strange and precious treasures, these people likely wouldn’t leave even a shred for him.

The moment they stepped into the entrance of the passage, almost everyone could feel the rising cold air from beneath the ground—the magic power display of the Eye of Darkness. When you step into the underground, where the light absorbed by the Flame Light Stone could not reach, you could clearly sense the naturally chilly aspect of this place. The passage began with a gentle Slope stretching dozens of meters, the ground entirely paved with sturdy Stone Slabs. The width on both sides was at least five meters wide, while the height, which started at just under three meters at the initial entrance, gradually rose to over four meters as it descended. The Magic Perception Technique had already been sent inside without any reaction, it seemed that the designers had been very confident about the pathways beyond, due to the overly strong ban set on the first obstacle.

Komer gently touched the stone wall and the surface of the passageway, which still maintained considerable dryness and wasn’t as moist as he had imagined. It seemed that this underground structure must have quite good ventilation facilities, although where its vents were located was still unknown.

Dozens of meters of the sloping passage finally came to an end, a stone wall blocking the way forward, and two stone staircases, one to the left and one to the right, led down into the deep darkness. All eyes were on the two in the lead, Rebry and Mihailovich. Should they go left or right, split up or go together?

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“Newman, what’s your take on this fork?” Newman had been completely overwhelmed by the grand scale of the underground structure, upon the end of the dozens of meters of the passage, he had already surmised that they must have gone at least five meters below the ground level, and now two stone staircases continued even further downward. He was uncertain which way was the right one, as the designs of the Miranda family were always unique, rarely with repeated elements. Newman himself only had a cursory understanding of mechanisms and wasn’t adept at architectural variations.