Andre turned his head to look at everyone, nodded to them, then took a deep breath and placed both hands on the iron door. His eyes closed, and a faint Holy Light emerged from his hands, imprinting itself upon the massive gate. The light followed the patterns on the door, slowly flowing around until it fully outlined the statues on either side. The statue of the girl holding a sword swung her sword-wielding hand down. The elderly woman holding the lantern slightly raised it, and a faint golden glow flickered within. Under the flow of the shining Holy Light, these two statues actually showed slight movements.
Andre opened his eyes and exerted force with both hands. With a CREAKING sound, the tightly closed door split open a crack in the middle and slowly opened to both sides as he pushed. An empty darkness unfolded before them, and a gust of cold wind, carrying a heavy, musty odor, drifted out.
