"Well, shall we see what this old academy has been hiding?"
Gray approached the enormous stone door, followed by the two princesses.
Atrinae, who was still coiled around his wrist, raised her little head and examined the carvings.
Her nine-colored scales reflected the silver light coming from the walls, and her tongue flicked occasionally as she sensed the Mana circulating through the chamber.
Gray placed his palm against the door.
Nothing happened.
He pressed a little harder.
Still nothing.
"..."
Scarlett looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I was expecting something to happen."
"Perhaps the door requires a key."
"Mayhaps."
Elira walked toward the left side of the door, examining the inscriptions.
"There's writing here. It's an ancient language, but I can recognize some of the symbols."
She brushed away a layer of dust.
"Three paths... three offerings... one entrance?"
Scarlett approached the opposite side.
