It is a massive stone solid door, enough to pass more than one dragon at once, surrounded by an overbearing black mist covering the walls and ceiling and concealing well that we are still inside a very big cave, especially when the door has nothing on the sides and behind it, actually standing, overbearing, on top of a cliff with a single stone crocked path leading to its entrance while being surrounded by sheer void on the sides.
I look over the edge, unable to see the end even with my eyesight. How deep did it go? It couldn't be deeper than the mountain itself now, could it?
But then there is the door itself, catching all the eyes in the room with the two massive double doors made of what looks to be obsidian with red veins crisscrossing the entire surface, pulsating vividly from time to time, almost like a sleeping dragon puffing smoke from its nostrils, a remembrance of the powers that lie within the stale beast.
And there is one at the front of it as well.
