The Old Transfer Array!

A sharp click echoed through the cavern, and the walls of the cave began to shake and groan.

Lirian watched in awe as the cave structure shifted.

As if by magic, an opening leading to a room appeared in front of them. 

As they stepped forward into the unfamiliar space, Lirian's eyes roamed over the outdated transfer array in front of them. It was rusty and covered in dust, and he felt a surge of apprehension as he looked at it.

"Is this thing even safe?" he asked, his voice tight.

Evan shot him a reassuring smile and said confidently, "It's old, but it still works."

Lirian raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering to the faded symbol of the frost clan etched onto the array.

"I think this was left behind by the founder of the Frost Clan." Lirian mused. "Who else but him could be so extravagant?"

Evan shrugged his shoulder.

"Maybe," Evan said nonchalantly. "I don't know."