Shock and horror rippled across the eyes of every Devil in the core of the Third Layer as the massive body of the three-headed hellhound crashed through the wall and tumbled bleeding onto the scorched ground.
"Lord Cerberus?" one of the Devils whispered in disbelief, its voice trembling with awe and confusion.
Cerberus was no mere beast. He was a Superior Legend, one of the most feared guardians of the Third Layer—an apex predator whose duty was to guard this sector of the Wall of Torment. His presence alone was enough to terrify any fiend short of a Lord. He was respected, feared, worshipped, and hated in equal measure. None dared to challenge him. Yet now he lay broken, one of his heads obliterated, his body rolling helplessly in a pool of his own blood.
All eyes immediately shifted to the blasted gates. From the ruin of blackened stone and burning soul-flesh, a group of figures emerged.
