The ancient door loomed ahead, its surface marred by carvings of twisted symbols and foreboding sigils. Skulls dangled from rusted chains above it, their hollow eyes seeming to follow the team’s every move. The air was thick with an unnatural chill, and the flickering torchlight cast haunting shadows on the cracked stone walls.
Commander Rook stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the door. “This isn’t just a barrier—it’s a warning.”
“Or an invitation,” Ghost murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Viper knelt at the base of the door, examining the intricate locking mechanism. “This is no ordinary lock. It’s ancient, but there’s a mix of modern tech. Someone’s been here recently.”
“Whoever it was didn’t survive,” Shadow said, nodding toward the skeletal remains scattered around the doorway. Their bones were charred, as though burned by an unseen force.