He stepped through the opening.
The moment Ivor crossed the threshold, the stone door behind him slid shut with a deep grinding sound. The noise echoed once through the passage before fading. When he looked back, the entrance had already sealed completely.
Inside, the air felt dry and cold. The passage ahead had been carved directly into the mountain. The stone walls were rough, without polish or decoration. Cracks ran across the ceiling, and several thick pillars leaned slightly as if the mountain had shifted over time. The floor was uneven, though not enough to slow his steps.
Murals appeared along sections of the corridor.
They were carved shallowly into the stone. Ivor moved forward while studying them.
One showed humans fighting beasts with simple weapons, spears, axes, and short blades raised against creatures larger than themselves.
