Meanwhile, Cliff walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. He could sense a certain tension in the air, an invisible pressure that made his heart race at a frantic pace.
Despite his efforts to stay calm, part of him couldn't ignore the significance of what awaited him beyond those doors.
Renald and Kyrian followed closely behind him, but the two demons who had accompanied them thus far eventually halted, exchanging a few silent words before turning back.
They left Cliff and his companions alone, with only the old man remaining to guide them further.
The corridor stretched a little longer before ending at a massive door. At first glance, it seemed simple, but as Cliff approached, he noticed the intricate carvings that adorned it.
Serpentine shapes twisted and danced across the dark wood, entwined as if they might come to life at any moment.
