[Samael Ashwood's POV]
The massive iron door loomed before me, its surface etched with intricate runes that pulsed with a faint, ominous light. The warden's nervousness was palpable as he stepped back, leaving me to confront the barrier on my own. Beyond this point, even he was forbidden, which meant I was likely entering Garrick's most closely guarded secrets.
I reached out, tracing the runes with my fingers. The magic woven into them was complex, designed to keep out all but the most powerful intruders. But I was not just any intruder. I was Samael Ashwood, and I had faced worse than enchanted doors.
