Penultimate

The three Overlord dwarves watched on with wide eyes. The first thing they noticed was the weight of this door, but the next thing they noticed were its intricate patterns. They completely forgot about the looming booms hanging over them in the horizon.

"This… Our Clan hasn't produced a work this marvelous in countless generations."

Dyon blinked with curiosity at these words.

"So that means that your Ancestors have reached this level before?"

"Not in the same way, but functionally speaking, yes. I can't confirm for certain, but judging by the descriptive texts, it should be so. Our Ancestors would never exaggerate… Even I was a bit doubtful craftsmanship could reach this level until now…"

"This is your task." Dyon said.

With a wave of his hand, a large blooming flower the size of a human appeared to his side. Soon, a clone of himself was formed and the massive golden door disappeared.