The cavern boomed far behind Emeros, the shockwaves shuddering across the flesh-like stone in uneven, pulsing intervals. Each rumble traveled like a ripple across an open wound, trembling through the living walls of Sin. The pursuing crowd had grown into a storm, an army formed not by alliance, but by hunger, hatred, and opportunity.
Devils with razored wings flew in ranks of six, their silhouettes slicing past pulsating tendrils along the ceiling. Liches marched beside walking fortresses of bone, skeletal towers held aloft by necrotic magic, their jaws clacking in frantic rhythm as their commands echoed across the cavern. Demihuman packs howled behind them, their throats full of bloodlust, claws dragging across the trembling floor as they pushed to be first in line. All of them followed a single figure, who led the path like a herald of slaughter, the Crown Devil himself!
