• Bone Gate Shop

"Seven bloody fat Hells," Jared swore an oath as they all stared at the hideousness before them.

The bone gate — a twisted, skeletal structure — was all that separated them from the Necromonger's domain.

Even though they hadn't crossed the threshold and entered it, the air felt very much tainted with death, damnation and decay. They ignored the scene before them and drew closer, pushing the bone gate open.

The structure creaked with a slow, eerie groan, revealing the path ahead. Then, it waited for them to pass through. The atmosphere quickly thickened with every breath that they took, and a sense of dread began to settle over the group.

"Come on now," Jared urged them on. "Can't be scared of some ol' death and blood if you want to get better at this."

However, the thing was, this wasn't just some ol' death and blood. This was an insanity of evil. A gruesome tableau of death.