Berenice let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m no good at riddles and puzzles... There’s got to be another way to get this open...” She felt around the door, until she managed to grip it by a groove near the bottom. She then pulled up with all her might, the door slowly grinding open. Dust and pebbles fell as she continued pushing up, straining her muscles and sweating as she fought with gravity to slide the immensely heavy door open. She eventually lifted it enough to fit under, and then she looked at David. “Get in here, quick!” she said, struggling to hold the door open. Before David could react, a ghastly voice spoke in his mind.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Do not trust her, David... Kill her now, or she will take the artifact for herself and devour you...</span>