When Hazor, Meredith and Luke finally reached the bottom of the stairs, they were met with a large, closed iron door. The door was at least four meters high, and just as wide. In the center of the door, there was the symbol of a circle with a triangle inside. A heavy door wouldn't be enough to stop the half-wolf, so he advanced.
"Hey, wait a minute, Luke." Hazor said just as Luke was about to knock on the door.
The half-wolf could tell from his tone that something was wrong with the door, and he took a step back.
The old man took a step forward, gripping the sword's hilt firmly as he stared at the symbol. Illuminated by the purple flames of the torches on either side of the door, he sighed and touched the door with the same mother who was holding the sheathed sword.