Final Gate of Hell — Sealed Room
The air was still. Heavy. Like even time refused to move.
Azreal walked slowly through the long corridor, Hulk by his side. The red glow of hellfire illuminated the walls, casting flickering shadows. They stopped before a massive black door — wrapped in chains that pulsed with ancient runes.
Moments later, Xaltheon appeared, stepping into the room. He bowed deeply.
"I called you here," Azreal said calmly, "to reinforce the seal on Y'tharion."
Xaltheon looked up and nodded. "A wise decision."
His eyes drifted to the door. With a snap of Azreal's fingers, the chains around it burst into flames and vanished. The heavy door creaked open.
Inside... silence.
Scrolls, parchments, and ancient writings covered the walls. At the center of the chamber was a chained coffin, ominous and cold, resting atop a glowing altar.
"So this is where Y'tharion was sealed," Hulk muttered.
"Yes," Azreal replied.
