All of the zombies have been destroyed and they can hear the battle dying down outside the walls. The uneventful walk to the wooden door of the central tower makes them nervous. When Delvin pushes the door open, Luke and Timoran are already prepared to charge. Nyx has fireballs whirling around her body, sweat beading on her forehead from her looming anxiety. “It’s empty,” Delvin says, scratching his head with his shield arm. “It’s an open room leading to a stairwell.” “You’re kidding,” Luke whispers. He peeks around Delvin to see the barren, gray-stone room in front of them. “Not even a gargoyle or a chandelier in there.” “It is a trap,” Timoran calmly states. “Definitely,” Delvin agrees. He taps the stone floor with his foot before yanking it back. “Nothing. We need a trap expert.” “The Lich has our trap expert,” Luke growls in frustration.
