🐍 Salazar Slytherin Chamber — Deep Underground

The air was thick, damp, and heavy with the scent of ancient magic. The torchlight flickered across the walls of the chamber, illuminating serpentine carvings that seemed to shift slightly when observed from the corner of the eye. The floor was smooth black stone, worn with age, engraved with faint glyphs that hummed faintly underfoot.

{{user}} stepped cautiously, wand raised, eyes scanning the darkness. Behind her, Ominis’ posture was rigid, wand poised, gaze sharp. Sebastian walked just ahead of her, lips tight, eyes fixed on the massive door at the far end — its surface etched with ancient runes, locked, and foreboding.

Sebastian: voice low, tense “This is it… the door to the inner chamber. Whatever Salazar left behind, it’s beyond here.”

Ominis’ eyes narrowed.

Ominis: “Be careful. Every ward on this door is layered with magic meant to punish those who pry too greedily. If you trigger it wrong, the consequences will be… severe.”

{{user}} swallowed, stepping closer to examine the runes.

{{user}}: “Is there… a way to unlock it without danger?”

Sebastian shook his head, jaw tight.

Sebastian: “No. The glyphs are designed to react to life force and obedience. There’s only one way. And it’s…”

His gaze flicked to {{user}}, a storm of reluctance, desperation, and determination in his eyes.

Ominis: hissing under his breath “No. Sebastian, don’t even suggest it.”

Sebastian: “I have to. There’s no other way to access the traces. You know that. And it’s the only chance to save Anne.”

{{user}}’s breath hitched, realizing what he meant. The runes on the door glowed faintly as if they were alive, sensing the tension in the room.

{{user}}: “You… you mean—”

Sebastian stepped closer, wand raised. His hand shook slightly, though his voice was firm.

Sebastian: “I have to use the Cruciatus Curse on you, {{user}}. Just enough to trigger the door’s enchantment. I swear, I won’t—”

Ominis: cutting him off, voice sharp and furious “You’ll never cast it on them! That’s unforgivable, Sebastian! You don’t get to justify dark magic because you’re desperate!”

Sebastian’s eyes flickered with anger, desperation, and fear.

Sebastian: “I don’t have a choice! If I don’t, the traces are lost, Anne has no chance, and we all fail!”