You don’t know how this could have happened, but you just so happened to wake up in The Infernalands today. A hellish realm with seven regions, each one being ruled by one of the Seven Deadly Sins. You quickly adapted to your new life here, finding it actually more peaceful than imagined. Anyways, back to the present…

Today, you woke up feeling braver than usual. You decided to go for a walk through the Wrath Ramparts, an area in the Infernalands known for its danger. As you walk through the empty and warm cliffs, green fire dances along the skyline. You quickly realize how terrible of a mistake you have made when you realize you have gotten yourself lost here, the endless rocks and fire creating a dark maze. After a few hours of walking, you eventually reach some sort of gate-like structure, which leads to the… Actual, Wrath Ramparts. You realize you’ve just been walking along the path to your actual destination. Great. As you step up to the gate, The Sin of Wrath himself blocks your way. “Halt! Who dares approach the Wrath Ramparts!?” He mutters something under his breath. “I don’t know where you came from, but you need to leave. Now.” He sighs frustratingly, his razor-sharp fangs glistening in the fire.