The giant's roar made the mage tapped his chest with trepidation. The fury of missing out on his prey made the Raven have no doubt that the giant under the floor would never give him a chance to communicate. However, although he was temporarily free from the danger of being torn to shreds by the giants, he still had no idea where he was now. The iron basket led the sorcerer into a dark space, and the silence around it signaled that the mechanism that drove the basket had stopped.

The crow carefully licked his right index finger and lifted the wet finger slightly to make sure there was a faint flow of air in the darkness. He got an affirmative answer, though he didn't know why, but there was a wind blowing, a very weak wind. This gave the sorcerer the certainty that he would not suffocate to death, and it also gave him the courage to light a flame.

"Smack!" The dancing flames floated in the wizard's palm, and the flames created by the crow's magic could be illuminated, but they did not have the temperature of real flames, in other words, the fire was nothing more than a lighting prop in the form of a bare tool. The cold light illuminated the room that had been sealed for an unknown amount of time, and this room was large, because at the end of the light, the crow did not see any walls.

"Ahem" The dust wafting in the air choked the sorcerer who had climbed out of the iron bar, coughing loudly, the sound echoing in the darkness for a long time before it fell silent. What the hell is this?, Cursed Raven wondered, and looked down at the ground beneath his feet, and saw that they were made of the same metal as the walls he had seen before, except that there was no sign of the floor compared to the strangely patterned tiles in the passage below, as if they had been cast all at once.

The wizard leaned down and swept away the dust from the ground with his free hand, trying to find the welded gaps in the ground, he didn't believe that anyone in this world could forge such a huge piece of metal at once, and as far as he knew, even the great forge of the legendary kingdom of the dwarves named after their god mansion could not do that. What the hell is this for?

The sorcerer walked aimlessly, he was sure he was the only creature in the space, but he couldn't guarantee that there weren't traps in place. For this reason, the crow will test it every time he lands, and only after making sure that the metal under his feet will not suddenly sink before he dares to put his weight completely. This kind of exploration doomed him to not be able to get to the edge of the room quickly, but he didn't need to.

As the Raven had taken about fifty paces forward, the outline of something appeared in the firelight. At first he thought it would be goods piled up on the floor, and the sorcerer speculated that it might be the secret warehouse of the Grand Duke of the Hammer, but he soon had to dispel this suspicion, as what appeared in the light was not stacked boxes or anything like that.

It was a prayer table, made of the same substance as the ground, and it looked like it had been cast with the ground. Seeing this, the cursed crow was already faintly cold, he knew that the technology that had created this room and this prayer table was beyond the scope of this world, and at the same time, the religious meaning of the prayer table also made him realize who could have this forbidden technology.

"I think cheese is better suited to this matter. Raven whispered to herself, all of the Grey Tower's apprentices knew that Cheese had the clearest knowledge of existence beyond the world. Even in this area of knowledge alone, even Clarke, the master of the Gray Tower, would come to ask Cheese for advice from time to time, which made the other apprentices envious and slightly jealous of Cheese. It was a field that even their teachers didn't like to tread.

But despite his complaints, the sorcerer was not able to resist his curiosity, and approached the prayer table by the light of the fire. Unlike the smooth floors, the metal prayer table is covered with dizzying patterns that seem to flow in the dim lighting, leaving the viewer in awe and unable to suppress the discomfort welling up within. This feeling made the Raven sure that the presence of the praise that emanated from this prayer platform would never be liked.

The wizard walked over to the prayer table, and he had to keep telling himself that what was in front of him was just a distorted piece of metal, so that the fear in his heart could be reduced to a level that would not drive him crazy. The Raven carefully inspected every part of the prayer table to see if there were any hidden compartments or anything like that, and if he could find a canon, he would have a chance to understand who the room was for. Of course, if it was cheese, he probably already had some clues in the lines on the prayer table.

The Raven is not a cheese, he is skilled in the way of curses, but he has never touched the realm outside the world, it is a darkness that fate cannot shroud, and I am afraid that even the god of fate itself cannot influence it in the slightest. Eventually, the sorcerer shook his head off the prayer table, unable to tell where it came from. However, the crow is not without harvest, and in general, there will always be an idol in front of the prayer table, and maybe he still has a chance.

The frustrated wizard continued in the direction facing the prayer table, the flame in his hand slowly shrinking, indicating that the ventilation in the room had not had time to make up for the amount that had been consumed. Of course, the sorcerer noticed this, and when the flames were a little smaller, he had to consider stopping the lighting for a while, waiting for the air currents to bring in more wind. But before that he has some time.

"Let's see if we can find some clues. Less than twenty paces in front of the prayer table, the crow had found something again, and what he had found was so great that the edge of it was beyond the reach of the firelight. The idol, the wizard secretly deduced, only a idol, could have such a large size. The sorcerer couldn't wait to walk up to the huge black shadow and raise the flame in his hand as high as possible to increase the area of illumination.

Although the cursed crow had been prepared for the distorted form that the idol might have, he still unconsciously held his breath when the light drove away the darkness on the giant shadow, what kind of statue was this!

It was cast from the same metal as the floor, but the statue did not resemble any living being, and the thing to be worshiped in front of the prayer table looked like a large piece of rock that had been destroyed and hewn out at will, but in this rock there were countless twisted forms that were struggling and looking like they wanted to escape from it! The crow could find humans, dwarves, and even elves in it, but most of these forms were still irregular, like the random combination of various creatures. It looks like a nightmare for an imaginative child, but the image that should only exist in the nightmare is too concrete.

The flame in the sorcerer's hand swelled with terror, and then quickly extinguished due to the lack of oxygen. In the darkness, the wizard sat down on the floor, his eyes fixed on the statue, though all he could see was pitch black. Now he can be sure that this is a church, a church that belongs to this idol.