A long, magnificent corridor laid behind the pair of white doors. Torches glowing with a dim, icy-blue color hung on the walls, providing light within the corridor. The floor was covered with dark-blue stone slabs that shined under the reflection of the light.
"After you." Ka'lor'ah softly said.
Stepping into the corridor with his right foot, Lucius immediately noticed a gust of extremely chilly air hit his body. Followed by the gust of cold air was a low hum. The sound was extremely soft while being increasingly shrill, similar to the cries of banshees.
The blue-flamed torches which decorated the walls were radiating with chillness, cold enough to be felt within one's bones. Clearly, these were no ordinary flames.
