Chapitre 46: The Chaos Forge and Chitinous Harvest

"Wow."

Eyes wide, he tucked his fingers around his cheeks at the two eastern dragon statues coiling around the tall ceiling like guardians. Then, at their open maws and lifelike scales reflecting the sunlight in a myriad of bright colors. 

His fingers inched to them in amazement as he wondered if they would move if he touched them.

Fortunately, they didn't. However, he felt their rugged textures with his palm and the chill they emanated.

With a satisfied nod, he observed the broad gate, the ancient Japanese kanjis plated in gold above it, and the thick stone walls.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins next as he heard the rhythmic clangour of a hammer striking metal. The burning smell also registered, prompting his hands to push the door in excitement.

As it creaked open, he saw Muramasa's dark ponytail fluttering with each pounding sound echoing through the building.