"This is it," Jenna whispered, placing a hand on the ancient door. The wooden panels looked worn, centuries of dust and neglect etched into the surface. The door groaned slightly as Jenna pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit corridor filled with rows of towering, ancient bookshelves.
They slipped inside, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and forgotten knowledge. Sera led the way, her steps sure and steady, while Scarlet followed closely behind. The silence felt heavier with each passing moment, the tension between them almost tangible.
"I can feel it," Sera said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The energy in here… it's different."
"Quiet," Jenna hissed, glancing around nervously. "We don't know what's watching us."