Cang puts his shoulder up against the door and leans his weight into it. There’s the slight sound of grinding stone but the door doesn’t budge. Even when Shyan joins him, the door remains stuck fast.
“If this thing’s explaining what’s beyond it,” Shyan says, her breathing becoming ragged with the effort, “why won’t it let us in?”
Cang withdraws a prybar from his bag, lines it up with the door’s seam. With the increased leverage, he’s able to slowly pull the door away from its frame. Rock grates against rock while the door slowly opens, just enough for a person to slip through with bruised temples.
Beyond, a wild, howling blackness that swallows the light.
Logan Bright — Works 