Without any resistance, the stone crumbled and the door was launched off its frame in pieces, into the room behind it. Unfortunately, it seemed that the entirety of the inner sanctum was missing a giant portion of its roof. Winds whipped and howled through the room like a flurry of knives, pulling dirt across its expanse dangerously fast. AT the center of the room, stood a single pedestal with a concave compartment, where a single blue amulet was hanging, strangely unaffected by the wind.