Landed without any finesse, Lucas hurried to the dark pyramid. He went to the center of one of the walls, and faced it with his palm, before twisting his hand.
His movement was light, but as it happened, the wall before him seemed to be gripped by a giant representation of his hand. It suddenly collapsed, crumpling like it was passed through a twister, localized but absurdly strong, so much so that it had no resistance to offer.
Under the gaze of the dark, brown and sky-blue eyes, a dark passage was revealed. It was only then that the first two pairs of eyes flickered with surprise as they noticed the thickness of the seemingly heavy and hard door Lucas used a violence belied by the silence that accompanied it to take care of.
