The descent from the Seven Fingers Mountain took less than an hour. Adonis Kingsbane moved like a shadow slipping over jagged glass.
At the base of the massive cliffs, the Howling Keep stood as a monument to absolute suffering.
The fortress was carved directly into the black obsidian of the mountain. Rivers of molten rock poured from the high walls, creating a glowing moat of liquid fire.
Above the keep, a massive pillar of black smoke choked the red sky.
The air vibrated with the endless wailing of trapped souls burning inside the dark furnaces.
Adonis did not look for a secret entrance. He did not care about stealth. He walked directly up to the colossal iron gates.
Two massive Bone Giants guarded the entrance. They were towering monstrosities built from the fused skeletons of a thousand lesser demons, wielding massive clubs made of hardened magma.
