The sound of a masked man's footsteps echoed through the silent corridor, the bright glow of the lamps serving as the main source of light.
The masked man's footsteps passed by the various paintings hanging on the walls, until his steps stopped in front of one of them.
The masked man placed his hand on the painting, and light spread across the entire canvas the moment his hand touched it.
A mechanical sound rang out.
The painting and the wall around it slightly sank inward, then slowly split into two, revealing a corridor with a pair of double iron doors at the far end.
The moment the masked man took his first step into the corridor, his shadow quivered faintly, but the masked man did not notice.
His steps now carried him toward the double iron doors.
A mechanical sound echoed as the iron doors opened
.
The moment they opened, a blast of cold air hit the masked man.
Before him was a room filled with all kinds of weapons embedded in the ground.
