The air changed and the clouds began to swirl, darkening the whole sky as though there was about to be a heavy rainfall.
Shhriinngg
A dark and red spark flew began to discharge from a point in the clouds and began to spread in opposite directions, forming a straight line.
A gate appeared out of the streak, forcing itself out of the swirling clouds, a gateway to the deep ends, the land of fiends, beckoning to the depths. It had several heads with different horns sculpted on the front and each head and horn were intertwined.
It was more complex than the one Raith had seen before which was just three heads, this was the true gate of hell.
Its eerieness and ominous discharge worsened as it began to creak open, dispersing enormous black smoke that carried the wails of wraiths.
As the gate widened, a shudder passed through this fabric of reality like an ancient dragon awakening from slumber.
