They instantly understood that the pillar Ethan had turned was the core of the mechanism.
Without wasting time, Ethan moved to the opposite side. His palm pressed against the second pillar engraved with the six-winged figure. mental energy surged, muscles tightened, and he rotated it in the exact same rhythm as before.
Click~!
The sound was crisp and clear.
The ground beneath their feet trembled violently. Dust and gravel shook loose from the ceiling, falling like rain. The massive bronze door let out a deep, ancient groan, as though awakening from a sleep that had lasted countless years.
Slowly—agonizingly—the sealed bronze door retreated inward.
When the dust finally settled, the passage stood fully open.
A fishy, salty stench surged outward, slamming into their faces.
The smell was thick and oppressive, carrying the decay of countless years. It was as if time itself had rotted here, fermenting in darkness.
