Mikhail quickly arrived before the door where he had seen the familiar figures, having rode on Sharyl's back as he glided across the open air.
From here, he could see how that group had gotten here. There were a series of suspension bridges coming up from below, which led to this branch. Because of the angle at which they came at the branch, he had been unable to see the bridges before.
But, that small detail was nothing worth noting for the time being.
Instead, Mikhail rolled the door out of the way and promptly went inside, finding himself in a corridor once more. The path ahead, however, was strewn about in dried husks. And the door at the far end of the corridor had just closed, with Mikhail only able to catch a glimpse at their familiar tasseled pants.
He wasted no time, not even bothering to pick up the husks like he had been doing thus far.
