The chamber swallowed their footsteps.** The stone walls amplified every sound, bouncing it back like a challenge, daring them to proceed.
Their torches flickered, casting trembling orange light that danced across the ancient carvings,lines and shapes etched by hands long turned to dust.
The group halted, all eyes drawn forward.
Three towering doors loomed before them, massive and ancient.
These were no ordinary stone slabs; they were monoliths adorned with intricate symbols: a radiant sun, a coiled serpent, and a pair of balanced scales.
The carvings were deep and sharp, seemingly untouched by time.
Ethan broke the silence with an exasperated groan. "You've got to be kidding me! Three more doors? Didn't we almost die opening the last one? Are these people allergic to hallways or something?"
A few soldiers chuckled nervously, though tension still clung to their faces like mist.
Mireille spun around to face him, hands on her hips and voice crackling like a whip.
