The muffled sound of silence filled the chamber after Strax's order. The group, still in shock from the door's reaction to Samira's attempt, exchanged cautious glances, as if they feared that any other abrupt gesture would awaken some force dormant for ages. Samira, now sitting against the wall with a bag of magical ice conjured by Daniela pressed against her ribs, grunted occasionally.
Strax, standing with his arms crossed in front of the door, pulled a small communication stone from the inside pocket of his coat.
It glowed at his touch. "Frieren. I need you. Bring your ancestral grandmother's eyes and come to the basement of the mansion. We found a door that doesn't like to be knocked on," he said.
