The Door of Light

As Constantine stepped through the shimmering veil that marked the boundary of the inner sanctuary, a shock of cold traveled the length of his spine. He forced his breathing to remain steady, but inside, every sense burned. His companions trailed behind, their faces pale and set, each man pressed close by the unseen weight of the threshold. Their torches flickered and hissed in the heavy, charged air. The stone beneath their boots carried a pulse, almost a heartbeat, as if the world itself had been waiting for this moment.