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Kheen glances about warily, hands gripping the air tightly, clearly missing his spear. Mikal rubs his shoulder and crouches beside the metal door sitting ominously in the ground.

"Another risk, but for what?" Kheen crouches beside his brother. "We don't know anything about this place besides your itch, and that itch isn't coming from a good place already."

"I know... I know... but what if this gives us some... clue. Something. Anything."

"And what if it's a trap?" Nelo wheezes, holding his ribs.

"The door is worn and weathered. It's clearly been here some time unopened." Seri chimes in. "Perhaps it's abandoned?"

Kheen bites his lip in frustration.

"And if it's not?"

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