First Ring of Hell: Lust (18)
Orion, his breath steady and his eyes ablaze with determination, stood amidst the fallen guards. The basement, silent save for the lingering echoes of the battle, awaited the next revelation in the unfolding saga within the first circle of hell, the realm of lust.
As Orion pushed through the colossal twin doors, a palpable resistance met his celestial-abyssal form. The engraved symbols on the doors seemed to react to his touch, pulsating with a faint, ominous glow. The transition was gradual, as if the very essence of the door recognized the celestial-abyssal nature of the being attempting to breach its threshold.
A surge of otherworldly energy coursed through Orion as he pressed forward, a gust of raw power that carried an unsettling resonance. The ambient temperature dropped, and the air thickened with a strange, foreboding presence. It was as though the doors themselves resisted the intrusion, attempting to bar the way to whatever lay beyond.