บท 141: Horrors of Hell [9]

Inside a chamber carved from what seemed like ancient rock, two void archaeologists stood in silence. The room was dimly illuminated by torches, yet it wasn't the pair who lit them. The flames had been burning long before their arrival, guiding them to this forgotten place. The light they cast was ghostly and sickly pale, producing no warmth even when approached.

Shadows, which should have flickered and danced along the walls, instead remained eerily frozen, as if caught in a moment outside of time.

One side of the chamber led to the upper levels of the ancient, abandoned castle from which the void archaeologists had descended. But opposite that path was a door — black, foreboding, and cold. A shiver ran down their spines whenever their eyes met its surface, as though it existed solely to keep them out, or to keep something else in.