When the blinding light faded, Leo and his companions found themselves in front of a massive gate that extended higher than their eyes could see.
Leo looked to his left and saw nothing but an unending sea of clouds mixed with a sort of golden fire that left an unsettling feeling in his gut. Something told him that if that fire even so much as grazed him, he would be burnt to nothingness within a heartbeat.
The gate loomed before them, impossibly vast, its surface weathered and ancient. Dark grooves and carvings etched across the metal radiated a suffocating presence, and an aura of desolation clung to every inch of it. Each of them felt as if the weight of countless centuries pressed down on their shoulders, urging them to bow their heads in submission.
