Jason stood frozen in front of the heavy wooden door at the top floor of the tower, heart hammering against his ribs. His hand hovered just inches from the handle. He hesitated. Whatever might be behind this door could be either good or just plain evil, but curiosity was a dangerous thing, and this is exactly why Jason entertained it. The same pull from his dream tugged at him like an invisible hook in his chest. He could still hear the faint whisper echoing in his mind: *Find me… At the center…*
"Jason, what the hell are you doing?" Ylva hissed from behind him, claws flexing. "We don't have time for this! Every second we waste, more of them are coming!"
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the door and wrapped his fingers around the handle. The moment his skin touched the metal, a powerful jolt of magic surged through his palm like electricity. The door was enchanted — heavily. It refused to budge even an inch.
