When we finally went through a narrower corridor than the previous ones, I realized that we had reached the bottom. A gigantic door loomed in front of us, at least ten feet high, composed of a structure of reinforced black iron, mixed with beast bones and shards of dark crystal that slowly turned and embedded in its surface. Ancient runes ran along its edges, written in a language I vaguely recognized: life.
-It can't be," Aziel whispered, as Erwing studied the frame without touching it.
-This was not built by some rebellious alchemist," Erwing added in a deep voice. This... this is the work of a necromancer.
We opened the door with great care. There was no visible lock, but at the touch of our presence, the runes glowed briefly and the metal melted like mist. As soon as we took a step inside, a surge of energy whipped through our chests like a gale. The atmosphere was charged, heavy as molten lead.
