reverse, reverse
It had been her hope when she’d stowed the odd paper in her pocket that it might prove useful later, but to think that it had been a key for these strange, unlikable doors... Katarina could but hope hers would prove to be similarly useful to R’wena’s. The key sat light atop a curled finger and tight beneath her thumb, gray eyes searching the area near the door for a similar lock--
--but the door opened unceremoniously, offering nothing more than a faint hum and passage into darkness. As if that was somewhere she wanted to go back to... Still, the once disgraced tactician stowed the card away for safekeeping, hesitating a moment before the threshold. A quiet breath... and nothing, save for the following sigh of relief and disbelief. No shock just yet, though that clearly meant little until they’d all passed through.
“Oh...” Stood half in shadow, Katarina looked back to her companions. A knowing glance shared with Ares, and she turned her attention to the other two. “Lorenz, Linhardt... Be careful entering the room. When we were in our last groups, they used some kind of magic to hurt us when we walked in.” Not that there was much they could do about it, but it was better than being taken unaware.
As for the matter of the unrelenting shadow -- well, she’d had enough of that in her life, hadn’t she? Holding up a scarred palm, the mage kindled a modest flame in her hand, its light thrown further over the room’s walls. It was bigger than she’d imagined it to be, in some odd sense of irony, and she looked around a moment. A button behind her yielded nothing even when pressed, except for another quiet sigh as Katarina stepped further in, allowing her teammates passage.
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