Isiah had no idea the interior of the castle would prove to be so massive. He had tried to picture it, but his imagination had its limits. He was a modern human transmigrated into a realm steeped in ancient magic; despite all the fantasy films he had watched and web novels he had read, nothing could have prepared him for the sheer scale of this place.
Ultimately, Isiah gave up on trying to predict what lay ahead and simply went with the flow. He refused to constrain his experiences with narrow assumptions and limited expectations.
As he approached the colossal entrance, the sheer gargantuan proportions of the gate left him thoroughly terrified.
'I feel like I am walking into the gates of hell on my own two feet,' he thought, his pulse quickening.
