Normally Bakura would have been satisfied to move in the dark, but with Solomon shuffling around the shadows like that, he thought better of it. He could summon something to cast light (and as a backup, carried matches and wicks) but for the moment he merely lifted the Ring from its habitual place beneath his shirt to atop it, fingers curling around the outer gold rim lightly. There was no spell or spoken command; it responded to his will and lit with whitish glow.

"Who else knows you're doing this, anyway? Building these doors."