Lysandra led the way, guiding us through the memories extracted from the deceased individual. We traversed numerous hallways, exploring the intricate mazes of the house. After several minutes of searching, we finally arrived at a singular room, which stood out notably among the rest.
This room was different in many aspects. Its iron door lacked a handle to open it, making it even more enigmatic. It was isolated from the rest of the chambers and appeared untouched by the servants or inhabitants of the house. The air around it had a peculiar sensation.
The atmosphere became charged with palpable tension as Lisandra approached the door with determination. Her hands, wrapped in a reddish glow, emitted a magical energy that extended towards the solid iron structure. With an almost imperceptible whisper, the fine reddish tendrils slid through the door's crevices, penetrating its sturdy surface.
