Old Feinock stepped forward and touched the luxurious wall. This natural psychic power let him quickly sense the hollow space behind it, but the wall was three to four meters thick and typically could not be broken by human strength alone.
However, such obstructions meant little to a gold stage knight like him.
"Power of nature, guide me."
He placed a metal-shining oak seed into a crevice in the wall, then stepped back a few paces and began to chant a spell.
The seed quickly began to grow, its sharp vines piercing the crevices and continuing to advance within the wall. Amidst the teeth-gnashing sound of breaking, only after a dozen or so seconds, the thick wall was broken down by the continuously growing ironwood tree.
A decayed smell wafted out from the ancient cave in front of them. The eyes beneath the old knight's helmet narrowed. Holding his warhammer and shield, he stepped inside, followed closely by Murphy with his sword.
