Hell is becoming restless. Whispers are spreading from the pits like a wildfire. There is something big coming, and the angels are worried. The hordes of the banished dead are preparing, and no one is quite sure for what. But there are rumours. Is it Altheria? Or is it Fearn? Or is it something deeper, more sinister?
Hell is becoming restless. The caged pits of this fiery domain are beginning to rattle with the anger of the hordes, they are wearing out. The metal is beginning to rust and bend under the pressure. And the angels overhead are beginning to get frightened. Another war is not what they need. Not with their Lord in the condition that he is now...
Hell is becoming restless.