The hidden door swung shut behind them, sealing them in a profound darkness and silence. For a long moment, none of them moved, their senses straining to detect any sign that they had been discovered. The only sounds were their own soft breaths and the steady, quiet beat of their hearts. When no alarms were raised and no footsteps rushed toward their location, a collective, unspoken feeling of relief settled over them.
Minerva raised her hand, and a small, controlled ball of her Amethyst Flame appeared above her palm. The light was not bright, but it was enough to push back the immediate darkness, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched down the corridor ahead of them.
