Matthew Karen hadn't gone far along the lakefront corridor when he turned into a secluded passage.
At the end of the passage there was a stone door, hidden within the overgrowth of luxuriantly sprawling vines.
The door looked incredibly ancient, its motifs on the leaf and door panels eroded by time, making many of the emblems of distinguished families barely distinguishable through the remaining traces.
The Door Ring Beast had its eyes shut, its mouth holding onto a snake with its tail in its mouth.
This snake was the door ring of the stone door.
Matthew frowned as he put his hand on the door ring.
Despite being from noble ancestry that traced back to ancient lunar knights, he didn't appreciate excessive mystery and complexity. Perhaps due to the rebellious streak coursing through the Karen bloodline, he preferred more simple and flexible methods.
