The prisionerThe mammoth stone door stands before her, with a gray color and covered with arcane runes. A strong shudder ran through her body, knowing what lay in those mountains, the evil locked behind those monolithic doors, but she needs to go, she must do it.
She pull out of her pocket a strange object, triangular and with a metallic luster, she puts it into an opening on the door, it trembles slightly and she can hear the loud crunch of metal, as the ancient gear mechanism began to operate. She push with all her might, the door shakes hard and slowly begins to open, while damp and putrid air emanates from the interior, making her walk backward.
Taking a torch she had brought along and goes into the darkness of the cave, following the huge doors lay a corridor of inhuman dimensions, the walls are barely able to be illuminated by torch light, so high that she could not envision the roof, and after walking a few tens of meters away with a staircase that descended into the depths of the mountain,