The massive doors groaned shut behind them with a resounding echo that seemed to reverberate through their very souls. Four figures stood at the threshold, their silhouettes dwarfed by the immense grandeur of the throne room that stretched before them like a cathedral of forgotten power.
They walked into the grand throne room side by side, weapons ready and minds steeled. Each footstep against the polished marble floor rang out like a death knell. The vaulted ceiling soared impossibly high above them, decorated with faded murals depicting scenes of glory and conquest.
Four chosen were about to take on an ancient abomination. The weight of this knowledge pressed down upon each of them. Their chances were low but not zero.
With every step they took, doubts were purged from their minds and confidence grew. It wasn't simply because they chose to believe they would win, but because they had to believe they would win.
