Kyle did not even bother trying to pick the sturdy deadbolt because they were completely out of time, and Aiden was practically swaying on his feet from physical exhaustion.
The mercenary simply raised his heavy combat boot and kicked the cellar door right on the centre hinge with every single ounce of strength he had left in his tired legs.
The loud impact echoed terribly across the quiet church sanctuary, and the locked door groaned loudly before completely giving way and crashing down a flight of dark stone stairs.
Julien winced at the terrible noise, quickly pulling a cheap glowing crystal from his spatial inventory that only cost him two pioneer credits in shipping fees because it literally weighed less than a feather.
He held the blue crystal high above his head to illuminate the dark basement, revealing a very terrified resident huddled in the farthest corner of the dusty room.
