The massive, dark Precursor metal doors stood at the back of the ruined dais.
Lucifer walked up the steps, his boots splashing through the freezing water left by Isolde's magic.
He reached out and gripped the heavy iron wheel in the center of the archway. The metal was ancient, forged long before the gods walked the earth.
He didn't use a spell or a key. He engaged his Warlord strength, now permanently enhanced by the ten percent stat absorption from his Sovereign's Duel with the Royal Dragon.
Lucifer planted his boots, locked his core, and turned the wheel.
A deep, metallic groan echoed through the Throne Room of Eternal Ice.
The gears inside the doors, dormant for millennia, ground against each other. Sparks flew as Lucifer forced the massive locking mechanism to turn.
CLUNK.
The heavy metal latches disengaged. The two massive doors slid apart, retracting smoothly into the glacier walls.
A wave of perfectly dry, stale air rolled out of the vault.
