Breaching the Infernal Gate

Shady’s fingers touch the keyslot. The hidden control assembly clicks deeper, and rune-light washes over the stone.

A maintenance hatch jerks open beneath the mechanism. A small Clerk Devil crawls out, hunched low, claws black with ink, eyes fixed on Shady’s hands.

It slaps at his wrists in a frantic blur, trying to knock his grip loose from the controls.

Above them, the second iron stair burns into view, while Overseer Kaelith watches from the bridge with sharpened interest.