The mist was thick, and the lights were dim.
In the depths of this smoke-filled manor, a solitary gray round building stood.
There were no windows around, the rough cement walls sealing off the interior thoroughly.
The iron door was tightly shut, engraved with intricate patterns of a giant tree, the branches spiraling like a totem symbol.
The entire motif exuded an ancient and majestic aura, making one stop and gaze, filled with awe and speculation about the space behind the door.
It seemed as if stepping inside, one would enter a completely different mysterious world.
At this moment, more than twenty people had gathered here, all treasure hunters who had fought their way into the manor.
The crowd surrounded the iron door, eagerly trying various methods to break through this obstacle.
Someone reached out and pushed the door with all their might, but the heavy iron door did not move an inch.
