The heavy wooden door groaned shut behind them with a finality that seemed to echo through the very stones of the ancient structure. They had finally left the dungeon, leaving behind the dead within. The metallic scent of blood and death still clung to their clothes like an unwelcome companion.
Arthur wiped the sweat from his brow as they began their methodical progression through the doors of the castle. Each door they encountered seemed to mock them with its promise of progress, only to reveal yet another empty chamber or meaningless passageway.
Door after door they passed, their footsteps echoing hollowly in the silence. The anticipation was almost unbearable. They knew that somewhere in this labyrinthine structure lay the final two rooms they sought, but each wrong door only served to heighten the tension that crackled between them like electricity before a storm.
