This time around, Cardinal Weiss gave Kieran the pleasure of opening the massive metal doors.
As he stood before them, Kieran still couldn't determine whether they were forged from iron or steel. Either way, it was some absurdly heavy metal. When he placed his large hands against it, a chill icy enough to give frostbite permeated his body.
Then… the door requested something Kieran lacked in abundance — refined Significance. Luckily, he did have what the Flame provided him at a grave cost.
Subtle groans echoed in the underground crypt, rattling the walls as Kieran's robust, fiendish body trembled. Pounds, kilograms… those concepts of weight didn't do this damned door justice! Perhaps tons did, but that was a frightening notion to think about.
