Rilith and Velara stood still, their eyes locked onto the large door pulsing with dark, sinister energy. A low shudder ran down their spines. They had felt this presence before—long ago—but it hadn't lost any of its terror.
Shennong stood beside them, arms crossed, gaze calm but sharp. He could feel their unease even without looking.
"So," he spoke, breaking the silence, "this is an entity from your side of the world?"
Rilith swallowed hard, her tail curling around her legs. Velara glanced at her, then back at the door.
"Yes," Velara whispered. "It's... familiar. Unmistakable."
"A presence we hoped never to feel again," Rilith added, her voice tight. "It's not one we can reason with. It's evil. Raw and ancient. Even we never dared approach it."
Shennong frowned, staring at the door as if trying to see beyond it.
"What kind of place is your world, behind those gates?" he asked.
Rilith hesitated. Velara answered first.
