The once prosperous and sacred Saint Nalos Cathedral is now completely engulfed by flames; everything in sight is covered in a scarlet hue, as if fresh blood is soaking through.
The firelight slightly distorts the surroundings, turning them into grotesque shapes as if inanimate objects have come alive, snarling and whispering forbidden curses.
"Perhaps... this is what Hell truly looks like."
The Demon Hunter drags his injured leg forward with difficulty.
Scorching smoke and dust drift through the air, making it hard to breathe; each breath feels like a burning dagger slicing through the throat. He coughs a few times, with fresh blood seeping from his mouth and nose.
Gray walls are charred black, metal objects start to glow red and melt, and the candles lining the steps have already turned into a ground of hot wax, mixed with blood.
