Jack wiped the dust from his hands, golden eyes flickering in the dim torchlight. The two fallen guardians lay in ruined heaps behind him, their once-imposing forms now reduced to smoldering remnants of their former power. But Jack was not naïve.
This was only the beginning.
His gaze shifted toward the end of the corridor where a pair of titanic obsidian doors loomed, inscribed with writhing runes that pulsed with the eerie blue fire that lined the hall. The door stood sealed, ancient chains coiling around it like a massive serpent, glowing with residual power. Whatever was behind it had been locked away with intent.
Jack took a step forward, his senses fully sharpened. The abyss pulsed around him, its presence thickening as if reacting to his actions. The air was no longer still—it shifted as though unseen eyes now watched him with renewed interest. Something deeper had awakened.
Jack grinned. "Good. Now let's see what you're hiding."
