The golden door loomed before them, its polished surface etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The carvings seemed to ripple as though alive, faint trails of golden light threading through the intricate patterns. The air was thick, heavy with a palpable energy that pressed down on their chests and made every breath feel shallow.
Caroline stood at the front, her hands trembling at her sides, her eyes fixed on the door. The whisper in her mind had grown louder, clearer, as if it were speaking directly into her soul.
“Adelante, ábrela… Descubre quién eres realmente.”
Ezra stood close beside her, his sword in hand but lowered, his sharp gaze flicking between Caroline and the glowing runes. Behind them, Liam, Senua, Rhea, and Khael stood tense, weapons drawn and eye
