"You said this was... a church?"
Hunter stared blankly at the heavy city walls over twenty meters tall, the church itself soaring more than a hundred meters high like a mountain, and the clusters of fortresses stretching together in every direction.
Th-this was a church?
The never-fallen Morel Fortress in the Corridor of Despair probably looked like this, didn't it?
Your church was out in the Storm Ocean at the very edge of the world, yet this fortress complex would not have been out of place on the Empire's foremost battlefield. It was enough to make even the Church's armies despair, and yet it was sitting on an island?
Was Castel's environment really this dangerous?
He had to admit that the concerns of those two Faithguard Army soldiers had been somewhat justified. Fortunately, he had prepared himself beforehand. Otherwise, seeing such an enormous fortress might really have given him a fright.
Following the two men out of the station and toward the fortress, Hunter's expression grew increasingly grave.
As an expert in siege warfare, he could understand many of this fortress's design principles.
Nearly all the fortresses were completely sealed from the front, with even the firing slits made tiny, while the walls themselves were built exceptionally thick. On closer inspection, he could see that many sections had been repaired.
This had been prepared for an extremely intense battlefield. It was nearly impossible to sortie outside; they could only rely on the fortress for defense.
Most of the damaged walls were located at the front, in areas with a large enemy-facing surface. These walls must truly have been damaged in war.
And as he drew closer, his eyelids began to twitch.
The thickest portions of these walls were over ten meters thick, with an average thickness exceeding five meters. What