I have been expecting you
Then I start towards the door, my teeth gritted, my body tense, ready for whatever the world might throw at me...
The door ahead of me is bolted shut by silver, wound by weaving vines of iron and steel that work their way in and out of the doorframe like creepers snaking down a tree. I suppose if I so intended, I could rip apart those metal hinderances as if they were blades of grass between my fingers, but luckily when I glance back to the awaiting Soren, he seems to understand what I need.
With a nod of understanding, Soren snaps his fingers, causing the bolt holding the door closed to vanish and the vines of metal to slither back, so that the door slowly creaks to an open to reveal the abyss behind it. Inside is nothing but an intense darkness, swirling with visions of death and decay and the wet drip drip of blood that fills my senses with its intoxicating stench. I never did quite get used to it, even now.