The symbols on the door shuddered, pulsing faster, as if acknowledging their presence.
June stepped back. "Is it… opening on its own?"
Arlon didn't answer. He simply watched.
Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed his palm against the door.
The moment he touched it, the violet runes stopped shifting.
A low rumble echoed through the corridor.
The symbols disassembled, unraveling like thousands of invisible threads being pulled apart. The seal was breaking.
Agema chuckled. "There we go. No need to break it open."
The obsidian doors creaked, slowly pulling apart, revealing a dark, untouched chamber beyond.
A rush of stale air escaped—thick with the scent of lingering magic.
Agema's eyes shone with excitement. "Now this is what I've been waiting for!"
Golden artifacts, magical tomes, and enchanted relics lined the circular room, stacked upon stone pedestals and within glass cases. The walls glowed faintly with embedded runes, preserving the magic of the objects within.
