The heavy wooden door creaked open, groaning like an old lady, as a faint scent of incense and decay wafted out.
Just by standing there, Song Liu could feel ants crawling under her skin. The cause of this was the sense of oppression that she was facing from the other side of the room.
Had it not been for the man standing before her, she would have felt more than just an uncomfortable itch.
Stepping forward, Amon took the lead to enter the room.
The room was well-lit by a handful of flickering candles set in twisted iron holders, as there were no windows visible inside. The main sources of light were not these candles but a set of flames burning in huge bowl-like containers on different sides of the room.
Although the room gave off an eerie and dangerous vibe, it was neatly arranged. Beautiful curtains with images of a blazing sun were hung alongside the smooth jade pillars.
