All eyes watched in anticipation as the man's hand reached out, gripping the onyx handle. As it was twisted open, a drawn-out creak echoed through the dark sands. It didn't require a tug, the doorway slowly opened itself, revealing what laid within its threshold: nothing.
An abundant darkness, deeper than a hopeless void, existed beyond the gateway. Even in the area devoid of much light, it felt like an even greater quality of dark.
"Jason," Beowulf called in his low voice.
"Yup, yup. Guess I'm up," the goggle-wearing, snowy-haired man stepped up with his hands in his pockets, holding a casual smile as he stood in front of the abyssal entrance.
There wasn't a single word from anybody else as the white-haired figure slowly stepped forward, bringing his right foot past the doorway before sinking through the veil of shadows.
"Oh."
