Fire

Each of the tall and imposing doors mirrored the different colors of the icons, and they all seemed to depict different elements.

'I see,' Atticus thought as he gazed at all the doors. The door they had entered from had the same shape as all the other doors, only that it was just plain black.

The rest of the doors were sprawled across the space on each side, forming a long hallway.

And Atticus and Seraphin stood at the entrance of the hall. They both stood together for a few seconds, each of them waiting for instructions on what to do next.

But despite standing and waiting for more than a minute, nothing happened.

'Are we just supposed to enter one of the rooms?' Atticus wondered.

They were both the only ones present in the space. Atticus turned to see Seraphin also staring around, confused about what to do next.

'It should know the answer.' Instead of simply standing here wondering what to do next, Atticus decided to ask the Oracle.