Legacy
It was almost entirely sealed in abundant barnacles and clams, clung deeply and rooted with crystalized salt that had a strong, overpowering scent to it.
"What's behind this door?" Emilio quietly asked.
"A place that those remaining in Atlan want to forget completely–the 'Library of The Deep'--it's off-limits, technically," Bastian told him.
"So, we're trespassing?" He asked.
"Technically," Bastian repeated.
Attempting to use the doorknob, the blonde-and-black haired man found it not budging a single inch as it was encrusted in salt crystallizations to the point that it was turned useless. Seeing as it wouldn't open the traditional way, he stepped back before breathing in, lunging forward and using a frontal kick against the door.
WHAM
–It swiftly slammed open as the loose barnacles fell to the floor, revealing the sealed library behind it. There were particles of dust that brushed inward, having been kept behind the door for an unknown amount of time.