The Limbo

The portal's core pulsed like a dark, malevolent heart, glowing with a fierce crimson light. The runes surrounding it burned intensely, their hypnotic and ominous glow casting eerie shadows. The eyes of the demonic faces carved into the structure shimmered like smoldering embers, locking onto anyone who dared meet their gaze.

"This is the Gate of Hell," Dante said, his deep voice resonating through the courtyard. "It will take me straight there... but because of my... contract, I'll have to endure the Infernal Cycles." He sighed, his gaze shifting toward his wives.

"I might take much longer than you expect," he murmured. "I'll have to traverse each layer before reaching the battlefield where Astaroth and Lucifer are clashing."