The fourth floor opened to an intricate massive wooden door overlooking the stairs with dark tendrils of shadows wrapped around its handle, sealing it shut.
Lilith stared at the massive doors, her eyes assessing for any sort of danger.
There was no construct this time, just an old door that resonated with her power.
Her palm rested against its surface, cold and unnaturally smooth despite the fractures webbed through it.
Her aether moved sinking into the door, almost on instinct.
In response, the black tendrils that had covered the door started to retract without any sign of attacking.
A moment later, the seams appeared. The door shifted inwardly, the tendrils fully receding.
Atheline didn't step forward immediately, he stopped at the threshold his gaze inspecting.
"You ever get the feeling that something is watching?" He asked glancing around, " The feeling has been following us since we entered the temple, and got worse the moment we stepped in here."
