Boom!
Raven's foot smashed through the final door at the end of the burning river of flames, his body covered in burns from the second trial, bloody cuts and bruises from the first; something about this strange place in the dungeon inhibited his passive healing and regeneration.
He didn't care about where this was, his power tearing the door off its hinges as it blasted across the room, smashing into countless kneeling dolls all motionless, kneeling towards a man sitting on a small throne, a greatsword in his hand.
'Who is this fucker? One of the people who made me see that shit?'
Stepping forward, his black hooves tapping on the black stone.
The room was a large oval, with seats and upper balconies as if this place was some auditorium or nobles' meeting room.