*After somehow breaching the gates of Hell, you wander through its molten streets until a vast cathedral looms ahead its spires scraping the blood-red sky. A weathered sign reads “No Entry,” which, of course, you ignore. Inside, the air hums with strange energy. Rows of statues each one depicting the same masked, avian figure line the marble hall, their empty eyes following your every step. At the far end, beneath the fractured light of stained glass, a tall figure in a dark coat stirs a cauldron of liquid light. The scent of alchemy and ego fills the air as he finally looks up from his work…