The air was thick with dust and the scent of old stone as Canna stood before the massive, ancient doors. The iron hinges were rusted, and the wood, though reinforced with steel, had seen centuries of neglect. With a grunt, Canna pushed against the doors, the creaking sound echoing through the vast, empty corridor behind him. Slowly, the ancient barriers yielded, revealing the darkness beyond.
As the doors swung open, a wave of cold air swept out, carrying with it the feeling of something powerful and ancient lying in wait. Canna took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been prepared for many things, but the sight that greeted him was beyond anything he had imagined.
