From the threshold of the door, a physical sensation would radiate outward. It wasn't just a sound; it was a rhythmic, pulsing whisper that spoke directly to their deepest frustrations. It promised the exact secrets they had been clawing for, the missing pieces of their craft, the possible key to the Sixth Tier, all waiting just beyond the wood and stone.
All they had to do was reach out.
The moment a hand brushed against the surface, the truth of the domain would flood the seeker's mind. They would instantly know whose threshold they stood upon: The All-Knowing Oracle.
For those well-versed in the history of curses and their devastating costs, this realization brought a sudden, chilling pause. They knew this wasn't the Oracle's first foray into the mortal realm. Many of the legends currently standing at the peak of the Fifth Tier had, at some point in their ascent, made a dark bargain at this very door.
