A long, low sound echoed as the ancient door, which had likely not been opened for countless years, moved inward.
Dust drifted down from the doorframe as faint light spilled into the interior of the building.
Zayen did not rush.
He waited a moment at the entrance, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim space inside.
The inside of the building was quiet.
Broken stone tables lay scattered across the floor.
Zayen stepped into the building slowly.
His boots made a faint echoing sound against the cracked stone floor as he entered the dim interior.
The light outside was quickly blocked by the broken door behind him, leaving the inside of the building slightly dark and quiet.
Dust floated lazily in the air, disturbed by his movement.
The structure inside was more damaged than it appeared from the outside.
Several stone tables were broken in half, their surfaces covered with faded carvings that were almost impossible to recognize.
