There was a large crack as a gust of wind and energy expelled from the center of the locking mechanism. The chains that had long hung dormant began to rattle loudly as the stone beneath our very feet started crack. A second gust of wind seemed to blow past my ears with a cold and lonely whistle. A ghastly energy poured from the cracks in the floor as the ground began to shift and the massive chains across the door began to creak.

This dungeon had kept its secrets hidden away for the last day, now we get to see what lies beyond.

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