
After what seems like an eternity, the guards draw back their spears and at once the crackling crimson energy ceases to arc between the shafts.
'You may pass,' they say, without any trace of emotion, and as they stand aside, so the two great doors glide silently open. Steeling yourself, you stride towards the blazing purple light which fills the chamber.
Text copyright © 1991 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1991 Brian Williams.