"Then we do not use the door," Isabella stated confidently.
She walked toward the far corner of the vault and pointed at a large iron drainage grate set into the floorboards. She traced the architectural lines of the basement before turning back to the group.
"Noah, put the standard key in the lock and crack the door open just a fraction of an inch," Isabella instructed.
Noah followed her request immediately. He slid the metal key into the mechanism, turned it with a soft click, and pulled the door inward by a mere sliver. The temperature difference between the lower vault and the upper estate instantly created a sharp pressure draft.
A quiet whistle echoed through the room as air rushed aggressively toward the cracked entrance.
Isabella knelt beside the drainage grate and held her hands over the metal bars. She released a highly concentrated stream of corrosive mist from her palms.
