The doorman didn't understand what was happening. His first reaction was to wonder about the lookouts. Someone without an invitation had arrived at the theater door, yet there was no response whatsoever.
'Have all the lookouts been taken out?'
He was about to look through the peephole to see who had come. As his hand touched the Refined Gold Gate, an intense heat sent a jolt of pain through him, and he quickly pulled his hand back.
Before his eyes, the door began to glow red, melting like a bar of chocolate in hot water into a viscous liquid.
'Why? Wasn't it supposed to be the strongest of metals? Why is it melting so easily?'
Through the large, molten hole, he saw a squad of fully-armed warriors. Their helmets completely obscured their faces, and their armor bore no emblems or sigils, making them impossible to identify. It was the last thing he ever saw.
Zog had arrived.
