Footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor. Michelle sprinted as fast as she could, under the load of three weapons, back towards the sacrificial chamber. She burst through the throne room doors and down the winding stairs back to the gigantic steel door. She could still hear fighting right on the other side.
Ryan! Mark! Vanya, anyone please open the door! she cried while banging on the metal. But all she could hear were grunts, clangs, and people being thrown into the wall. Suddenly, a tremendous roar sounded from within the chamber. Without thinking, Michelle ducked and the pair of steel doors flew like paper into the opposite, black, stone wall, completely broken off from their hinges. The weapons in her hands scattered to the ground.