[color=#93FFFF]“That went pretty smooth so far. Can you see what awaits us inside? I can go in as the captain if needed.”[/color]

Jazdia walked closer to the door and activated her eyes. [color=ec008c]"There is no need for that. The upper floors were empty, and all activities seemed to be concentrated in the basement. The passage to reach the place was a straight line downward. Aisles and slope stairs with several rooms on the left and right. The opposition was minimal. Anything beyond that is still unknown."[/color] 

The group entered the place, and as the sun rose behind them, their sky was fading as they went deeper. 

And indeed no one challenged them. The passage was large, sufficiently lit, and rather clean. The rooms Jazdia described were barred from the outside. Devoid of lives save several flares of life force that deteriorate slowly. At the end of the aisle was a large metal door that stood unguarded, but no one couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was waiting for them. 

As they walked closer, the boisterous noise of cheering audiences could be heard. Jazdia activated her eyes again. Whatever behind that door was a distorted image, blurry and sometimes dark. The place was crowded, with many voices; men, women, gruff, meek and booming. Amidst the chaos, she saw a glimpse of a man with a prominent jawline and long gray hair, sitting proudly on his throne. 

[color=ec008c]"There was a barrier that repelled my power, but it was incomplete."[/color] 

She took a deep breath, already feeling the strain when she tried to bypass the interference. 

[color=ec008c]"But I see our man. He is there..." [/color]