The glow inside the sealed door did not open it.
It pulsed once beneath the ancient script, slow and buried, as if something behind the black metal had breathed against the other side. The chamber answered with a faint tremor through the floor, enough to shake frost loose from the carved walls and wake a line of pale light in the mana crystals above. Caelum did not look back. Moses did, briefly, his purple eyes narrowing at the door before his attention returned to the man before him.
Valttair had noticed them, but he had not invited them in.
