The main figure walked up to the door at the end of the corridor and ran his hand over its worn surface. Ancient symbols were engraved on the door, pulsing with energy that seemed to resist his presence. He pressed his lips into a thin line, furrowing his brow.
"Finally," he whispered, with a note of macabre excitement in his voice.
The hooded figure stopped in front of the large iron door, his gaze fixed on the ancient symbols that glowed with a red light. The energy around them was growing, as if the castle itself were reacting to the spell about to be unleashed. He slowly ran his hand over the cold surface of the door, as if feeling the pulse of the enchantments.
"It's now," he murmured, his voice low but full of determination. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty corridors as he moved closer to the door. His companions continued their work on the magical seals scattered along the path, their hands quick and precise, as if they had rehearsed for this moment.
