Everything silenced immediately after he finished speaking, a silence that drowned everything like a wave from the sea. Then, suddenly, everything erupted into loud noises; the ground trembled and groaned.
Slya and Tiber cried out, running from the bones that began to grow out of the ground. The bones weaved together and overlapped, forming a gigantic door that glowed with fire. Arcane symbols of running lava covered its surface.
Atrox shifted and gathered his remaining essence into a raging fireball in his hand. 'I was only making an ordinary pact binding. What is going on now?'
"What did you do, Atrox? Is this hell?" Slya asked, fear choking the words out of her mouth. Tiber, on his left, raised a trembling knife.
He didn't reply, focusing instead on the door that was slowly creaking open. He expected darkness or maybe fire and brimstone, but on the other side was a simple room—a study with chairs and bookshelves.
