The door creaked open, its hinges screeching in protest. As the door slowly swung open, a warm, golden light spilled out.
Everyone was poised to attack, their muscles tense and ready.
Malakai's ice shield glowed with a soft blue light, his tail twitching with anticipation, prepared to shoot icy shards at a moment's notice.
But as the door opened wider, the group's guard dropped, their eyes widening in unison.
The room beyond was enormous, with a high, vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into the darkness, just like the rooms they've been in the dungeon
Malakai's eyes scanned the room, taking in the vast array of treasures on display.
He saw shelves upon shelves of books, their leather-bound covers their pages yellowed.
He assumed they might contain powerful spells or hidden knowledge, and his curiosity was piqued.
His gaze shifted to the coins, a sea of gold, silver, and copper that seemed to stretch on forever.