Cale's eyes snapped open the very second consciousness returned to him, his awareness sharpening back into focus like a blade being drawn from its sheath.
He found himself standing in a desolate expanse of stone and shadow, the ground beneath his feet barren and ancient, stretching out into an oppressive gloom that seemed to swallow light itself.
And dominating the landscape in front of him was a massive stone door — colossal and impossibly old, covered entirely in intricate carvings that seemed to shift in the dim light, patterns stacked upon patterns, maze-like engravings radiating an aura of forgotten weight and oppressive age.
The gate towered over his tiny figure like the entrance to some elder god's tomb.
Sesrir materialized just behind him a moment later, his eyes taking in the same scene and arriving at the same conclusion of bewilderment. "What kind of door is this… no wait, can we even open this?"
