The black smoke which had filled the vast hall of the Mind Palace began moving about.
The glowing smoke headed to where they had arrived from. The fifth door.
At this point when the black smoke was glowing brightly, one could make out that the fifth door had never opened at all.
It was still shut tight, looking the same as always whenever Eryndor visited the Mind Palace.
The smoke had somehow still leaked from behind the door though.
The first batch of glowing black smoke which reached the door compressed onto themselves..
It compressed, compressed, and continued collapsing upon itself until it was just a single glowing black line which felt extremely solid. One wouldn't be able to guess that it was made of smoke.
The black line floated in the air briefly before it began making its way towards the fifth door and pasted itself on it.
When the second batch reached in front of the fifth door, the process repeated itself.
