Eryx steps closer to the concealed stone door, his eyes narrowing as he examines the intricate runes carved into its surface. "It's warded," he confirms, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll need to be careful not to trigger any traps."
Alix nods, his expression tense but focused. "Let's not take any chances. Zam, can you disarm it?"
Zam steps forward, his fingers deftly tracing the patterns on the door. His eyes narrow in concentration as he deciphers the ancient script woven into the stone. After a few moments of silent scrutiny, he nods. "I can handle this. Give me a moment."
The group watches in hushed anticipation as Nox begins the delicate process of disarming the wards. His movements are precise, each gesture careful and deliberate. The air around them seems to thrum with a quiet tension, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in the distance.
