The molten remnants of the heavy bronze doors pooled and hissed upon the obsidian floor, casting a hellish, flickering orange glow across the threshold of the abyss. The air that rushed out from the breached gateway was not merely stale; it was a physical weight, a suffocating miasma of concentrated, primordial malice that tasted of rusted iron and ancient rot.
As the vanguard of the combined Imperial and Iron-Blood forces stepped through the shattered entryway, the sheer, staggering scale of the demonic sects' endeavor laid itself bare before their eyes.
