Taufik's advance came to an abrupt halt.
Before him, the ground cracked open, not with lava, but with writhing darkness, chains, and cursed sigils.
And then, from the crack, legions of demons rose.
The Fallen Generals of Hell, their armor drenched in the blood of countless wars.
The Abyssborn Beasts were creatures that defied logic and devoured both flesh and soul.
The Legion of the Twisting Fates, those who had once served fate but now twisted it to their own desires.
At their forefront stood twelve towering figures, The Twelve Dukes of Vassago.
Zepar, the Masked Betrayer.
Barbatos, the Silent Observer.
Gamigin, the Keeper of Forsaken Souls.
Bathin, the Endless Walker.
Sallos, the Love Twister
Purson, the Whispering Monarch.
Morax, the Architect of Doom
Ipos, the False Prophet.
Gaap, the Key to Ruin.
Stolas, the Scholar of Forbidden Truths.
Alloces, the Fiend of Warped Time.
Marbas, the Plagueborn Alchemist.
And behind them…
