Fifth Gate of Hell – Gate of Unholy Pyre
The sky above the Fifth Gate burned red. Smoke curled through the air like serpents, and fire raged across the battlefield. Dragos stood tall on the frontlines, his cape swaying behind him, his eyes narrow and calm—like thunder waiting to strike.
He raised one hand slowly.
"Go."
The command was low, barely above a whisper, but the soldiers surged forward with fire in their hearts.
They collided with the infernal tide in an eruption of chaos. Steel met claw, flesh tore, and the air shook with the sound of a thousand screams. Fire erupted everywhere—walls of flame clawed at the sky, swallowing men whole. Blood sprayed across the scorched battlefield, painting the blackened earth a cruel crimson.
