Allowing his thoughts to no longer cause hesitance, Ren pulled on the handle, opening the dense doors slowly as the interior air met with his skin--a dank, clammy atmosphere released. Right away--his eyes caught the existence of orange flames inhabiting torches of black metal, lining the interior pillars. Seeing some semblance of light beyond the faint luminescence alleviated his nervousness, stepping inside the enigmatic abode.
It was even more rundown than he had anticipated; debris took refuge on the floors which were tainted by ash and rubble.
Standing in the middle of the decrepit entrance to this old castle, he looked up to see the miraculously still-standing staircase, spiraling around each wall to lead up to the very pinnacle of the building. For a moment, his senses were dulled as he let himself investigate the state of these ruins--only noticing until the sensation was potent--something was approaching.
"Ren, to your left!"
"I've got it--!"
