The Final Room

The immense gate opened nearly without a sound, they had been expecting to be struck by a wave of dust, ancient air trapped beneath the walls for centuries, but there was none of it, come to think of it, it was already weird that they could breath so well at such a depth under the earth.

The inside suddenly lit up with blue flames, how nice of the owner to grant them sight himself, when he would benefit from the pitch blackness, not at all a worrying sign for what was to come, nothing but typical theatrics.

Immediately, the five explorers's faces turned grave as something was off, one would be expecting a singular entity sealed at the end, the metal chrome skeleton dressed in robes of the same quality as his bones made for a good candidate for that, sitting on his throne as though expecting visitors.