The massive Precursor door, which was probably heavier than a small mountain, groaned open with a sound that vibrated deep in Ryan's bones.
It was a sound of immense age, of locks disengaging for the first time in millennia. Dust that had been settled for eons drifted down from the top of the doorway.
The Labyrinth Keystone in his hand pulsed with a warm, steady light, a silent declaration of "he's with me" to the ancient mechanisms.
Ryan stepped through the doorway, his senses on high alert, expecting another guardian, another set of traps, or maybe a room full of treasure chests. What he found was… none of those things.
He wasn't in a control room filled with blinking lights and fancy computers. He wasn't in a throne room or an armory. He was in a chamber so vast it felt less like a room and more like a captured piece of the night sky.
