Pantheon of the mortal gods

lean, was now a tapestry of stains and crude markings. It depicted the sprawling ruins of their former city, once a

path riddled with spiderweb-like cracks. "They report an increase in demon

ner, faded markings denoted the abandoned game developer headquarters –

ld Pantheons HQ. Maybe there's something t

survivors, their faces etched with the scars of a harsh reali

ed. "What makes you think they hold any answers? T

he gateway between worlds. There could be logs, data, anythi

s words hanging heavy. Marcus, strokin

nto the heart of the city is no small feat. Demons patrol in for

crimson eyes. "I can handle demons. I spent years fighting them in

d on his face. "But what about you, Vance? You're... di

trays, and looters. Besides, I haven't forgotten my old skills – traps, stealth, hit-and

so was the flicker of desperate hope. These survivors, clinging to the wrecka

epare a scouting party. You, Vance, will lead the way. But remember, this

nowledge of both worlds, to strike back at the darkness that threatened to consume them all. Maybe, just maybe, within the ru