Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 428 Story : The Door of Damnation
The ancient door loomed ahead, its surface marred by carvings of twisted symbols and foreboding sigils. Skulls dangled from rusted chains above it, their hollow eyes seeming to follow the team's every move. The air was thick with an unnatural chill, and the flickering torchlight cast haunting shadows on the cracked stone walls.
Commander Rook stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the door. "This isn't just a barrier—it's a warning."
"Or an invitation," Ghost murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Viper knelt at the base of the door, examining the intricate locking mechanism. "This is no ordinary lock. It's ancient, but there's a mix of modern tech. Someone's been here recently." Stay tuned to novelbuddy
"Whoever it was didn't survive," Shadow said, nodding toward the skeletal remains scattered around the doorway. Their bones were charred, as though burned by an unseen force.
Bulwark shifted uneasily, his heavy boots grinding against the stone. "Let's just blow it open and deal with what's inside."
"No," Rook said firmly. "We don't know what's waiting for us on the other side. Viper, work your magic."
As Viper set to work, the team formed a defensive perimeter. The oppressive silence was broken only by the faint scraping of Viper's tools and the occasional flicker of the torches.
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"This place gives me the creeps," Bulwark muttered, his grip tightening on his weapon.
"You're not alone," Shadow replied, her eyes scanning the shadows for movement.
Suddenly, the torches along the walls flared brightly before extinguishing completely, plunging the team into darkness.
"Night vision on!" Rook ordered.
The team's goggles activated, revealing faintly glowing runes on the door and the walls around them. The symbols pulsed like a heartbeat, and a low, guttural hum filled the air.
"Something's happening," Ghost warned, raising his weapon.
The ground beneath them began to tremble, and a deep, resonant voice echoed through the chamber. "You dare to enter the sanctum of the forsaken? Turn back, or face annihilation."
Rook clenched his jaw. "We don't have time for games. Viper, how much longer?"
"Almost there," she said, her fingers flying over the lock. "Whatever's powering this mechanism is fighting me."
The humming grew louder, and spectral figures began to emerge from the walls—shadowy, humanoid shapes with glowing eyes and razor-sharp claws.
"Engage!" Rook barked.
Bulwark unleashed a storm of bullets, his heavy weapon lighting up the darkness. Shadow picked off the figures with precision shots, while Ghost moved like a phantom, taking down enemies with silent efficiency.
"Got it!" Viper shouted as the door creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling downward into a faint, greenish glow.
"Move, now!" Rook commanded.
The team rushed through the doorway, and Viper slammed it shut behind them. The spectral figures clawed at the barrier, but it held firm.
As the team descended the staircase, the oppressive air grew colder. At the bottom, they found themselves in a cavernous chamber. In the center stood a massive, ancient altar, its surface glowing with arcane symbols.
"This is it," Rook said grimly. "Whatever we're looking for, it's here. Stay sharp."
Unseen eyes watched from the shadows as the team approached the altar. The battle for survival had only just begun.
