Damien approached the door, key in hand, and inserted it into the lock. There was a soft click, and the door creaked open, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel that stretched into the distance. The walls were smooth, the air stale with age, and only the faintest hint of primal energy seemed to linger within. Whatever lay ahead, it was ancient and long forgotten.
He glanced over at Vynira. She stood by his side, her eyes scanning the tunnel with cautious curiosity. There was no immediate danger, but that didn't mean they could let their guard down.
"Well," Damien said, a slight smirk on his lips. "Ladies first?"
Vynira rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "Charming. I'm sure you just want me to trip any traps."
