72. Mistress support team.

By the time the three maids reached the door that actually leads to the cellar, they were covered in white dust. Their once black robes have turned brown, looking like cheap Halloween ghost costumes, and a good deal of the food items they brought were lost along the way.

This time around, they didn't have to use the wooden slate to open the stone door. Anyone with a demon core can do that. 

Simultaneously, they charging in their energy into the three symbols carved on the wall, one above and two on each aide. A glowing orange mark appeared and the rock shifted to the side, allowing them a passage to enter.

It was pitch black inside, darker than the hellish path they ascended to get here. They halt in their tracks before they stumble upon each other and into another death trap. Once bitten, twice shy.

"Light magic: holy flame." Hanna whispered drawing in a deep calm breath. A faint light glowed around them, enveloping them in a spare.