The ground trembled under their feet. Where once stood the immense Gate of the Abyss, spewing a swarming horde of demons. The air was thick with sulfur and ashes, and the sky, a sickly red, seemed to ooze horror itself.
Konstantin plunged his hand into the skull of an Imptor that had dared come too close. The creature disintegrated in a geyser of hot ashes. Without a word, he pivoted, the sword he had recovered tracing an arc that mowed down two other demons, Fange Guards with shiny carapaces. Their flesh melted under the glow of his magic.
