The large gates were tightly closed, and above them, the Spider Goddess Statue intricately carved with gemstones and precious metals remained as captivating as ever. The Matron placed her hand on the gate, closed her eyes for a moment, and then gently pushed the door open.
The heavy doors slowly opened, revealing the entire room. On both sides, the glow lamps ignited with a soft blue flame in succession, a light gentle on the Drow's eyes but bright enough to reveal the colors around them. The Matron's throne stood quietly yet appearing slightly lonely on the steps, with cushions made of animal hide lazily draped over one corner. The tall backrest, carved with the family crest in gold, awaited the return of its rightful ruler in silence.
