Fifth Circle, Fury (Part 1)

Og'tharoz held Adamanthi by the neck, his red eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to pierce the accountant's soul. 

Adamanthi, small and fragile by comparison, trembled, his skeletal hands trying in vain to free themselves from the demon warrior's firm grip.

"Hello, Adamanthi. Did you think you'd never see me again?" Og'tharoz's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made the atmosphere around him seem denser.

Adamanthi choked, trying to find words amid the panic that overwhelmed him. "I... I don't... you should be... how did you get here?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and fear.

Og'tharoz narrowed his eyes, bringing his face closer to Adamanthi's. 

"It doesn't matter how. What matters is that I'm here, and you won't stop us getting through."

The other members of the group watched the scene in silence, the tension palpable in the air.