Under the devastating power of the dwarf’s blow, the glass partially shatters, revealing fine cracks that spread like a spider’s web across its surface. The sound of impact resonates in the room, vibrating in the tense air. The magician’s magic and the brute strength of the dwarf have come close to breaking the last barrier separating them from the divine, but the glass still holds, defying their determination.

Before he can strike again, the barbarian and the ogre join him, seeing his initiative. Together, they decide to attempt to pull the door to the sides, hoping to make it yield under the brute force of their coordination. The powerful muscles of the three companions tense in a synchronized effort, and time seems to stretch in this critical moment, with each second feeling like an eternity as they gaze with hope at the expanding cracks. Breaths are held, muscles taut, as hope and doubt wrestle in the hearts of our companions.