The Necromancer stood in front of the big iron door, the cold metal surface emitting a faint, ominous aura. It was probably an aesthetic effect but he still hesitated for a short moment before raising his hand and knocking, the sound echoing through the dark-lit corridor.
"Come in." Vladimir's deep, commanding voice called out from within the room.
The Necromancer pushed the door open and stepped inside. He sniffed sharply, frowning at the air, thick with the scent of blood and fear.
The room was a dark dungeon and was decorated appropriately, its walls made of obsidian that seemed to absorb the light from the flickering torches. The Necromancer would have been fixated on Vladimir's obsession with dungeons if not for the other presence in the room.
