Luka raised a hand and rested it against the cold, cracked stone.
He pushed.
The doors didn't budge at first—but then a deep groan echoed as it reluctantly gave way, gears grinding, stone sliding against stone.
As the doors began to part, a gust of stale, heavy air spilled out from the darkness beyond.
"Well," Luka muttered, holding out his long dagger.
"Let's see how the boss is doing— or should I say, bosses."
"Huh…"
Kira blinked.
'Did I mishear that? Does this human know what's inside? But that couldn't be right… He's not a high enough level to even visit the Rocky Lands… and no human has ever survived long enough to even report seeing the Ancient Golems, let alone beat them.'
Still, before she could open her mouth to question her student—
Luka stepped forward and crossed the threshold.
Torches along the walls ignited one after another with a deep whoosh, casting flickering light across the massive, open chamber.
