The gate shimmered like it had been painted onto the air.
Lucifer stepped through first, Ruka following just a step behind.
The heat hit instantly—thick, dry, carrying the faint smell of brimstone. The sky was a molten red, clouds like slow-moving embers drifting high above. Blackstone towers pierced the horizon, connected by bridges carved with twisting demonic runes. The air felt heavier here, every breath laced with magic that bit at the skin.
Waiting for them at the foot of the landing steps was Teemah.
Lucifer's eyes landed on her, and for a brief moment, the corner of his mouth curved in recognition. Memories flickered—her standing between Ruka and that spirit girl, Temmy, cutting off their advance without breaking a sweat.
He turned his gaze to Ruka, his expression flat but sharp enough to cut.
"I still got a lot to teach you, little brother," he said, shaking his head once before starting forward.
Ruka didn't answer. Just followed.
