The ancient tower of Hell had turned into a pathway of death. Gandolf, now transformed into a radiant warrior, swung his trident through the air and unleashed a massive shockwave. With a single strike, dozens of demons were hurled into the air, crashing against the tower walls before crumbling into ash.
But the real trouble had only just begun. Alarm sirens echoed from every corner of Hell. Orobas's entire military camp had awakened. Thousands of demonic soldiers, their eyes burning red with bloodlust, began charging up the tower stairs. They did not look like an army—rather, they resembled a pack of starving wolves rushing toward their prey.
Gandolf released bolts of blue lightning from his trident, destroying a section of the staircase, yet the demons continued to advance—clinging to the walls, climbing over one another as they pushed forward. For Gandolf, fighting alone was quickly becoming impossible.
