The moment he crossed the threshold, he fearfully dropped his bow and covered his ears at the sound of the door hinges screeching into place. He leaped back toward the entrance only to find himself slammed against unmoving wood, the gap beneath the door disappearing. Turning around, he did his best to remain quiet as he picked up his fallen bow, cursing the lack of light barely allowed in by the grimy windows. Opposite from the door was a dusty hearth, ancient ash bleeding out onto a faded violet rug… No, it was a banner, the standard of the
djinn Iblis. Even after hundreds of years alone, dark threads in the center still depicted a circle of five outwards-shaping triangles, symbols of the mountains that bound the djinn’s ghastly realm of Barkania.
Aswad sahar, black magic, bound this impossible house together, so Rayan would need to use
sahar of his own to exit.