Story 469: The Chamber of the Sealed Door

The passage led them to a small staircase, its worn stone steps spiraling upward. At the top, they found themselves face-to-face with an unusual wooden door, rounded at the top and reinforced with thick iron bands. Its surface was engraved with strange, intricate symbols that seemed to pulse faintly under the dim light of a single lantern hanging above it.

Shadow moved forward, running her fingers lightly over the engravings. “These markings… they’re ancient. A combination of old-world dialects. This door wasn’t meant to be found, let alone opened.”

“Yet here we are,” Rook said, his tone steady. “Ghost, check for traps.”

Ghost crouched near the base of the door, inspecting the hinges and lock. “No explosives or wires. But this isn’t a mechanical lock.” He pointed to the glowing symbols. “It’s some kind of seal, and we’re not getting through without figuring it out.”

Bulwark stood back, his weapon ready. “Great. More puzzles. I’ll cover the rear.”