journey+part+3+inceptors

You see a second door but this door is different. You try to open the door but you couldn't. The handle of the door felt cold and damp in your hand. You gave it a nervous tug but it seemed to be unable to move. You splashed your way through the puddles to position yourself a little closer to the unwilling iron ring. Surely you could get a better grip this way.  With a deep breath, you lunged downwards putting all your weight into the thrust.  An echoing rasp filled the cavern as the rusty iron gave up its struggle and the huge slabs of wood began to creak and flex ominously. Water began to come out of the sides of the door. I pushed the door open and tried to go through.