As Lyerin stepped through the massive door, he was immediately engulfed in complete darkness.
The transition from the dimly lit corridor to this pitch-black space was so abrupt that it took him a moment to adjust.
Suddenly, his eyes squinted against the inky blackness, but he remained composed, he made sure his breathing was steady, and his senses heightened to sense the surroundings.
The darkness around him was thick, almost suffocating, as if it were a living thing pressing in on him from all sides.
Immediately, Lyerin heard a faint rustle reach his ears, barely perceptible but enough to alert him that he was not alone. Lyerin's muscles tensed, and his body instinctively shifting slightly to the side in a slow, but deliberate motion.
Suddenly, a sharp blade sliced through the darkness, aimed directly at his eyes.
Swack!
The attack was almost too fast to see, like a deadly flash of steel moving with lethal slash.