The pale ivory wall of the Ineluctable Prison towers over a broad landing at the end of a mile-long rope bridge. Two pools of still, reflective water flank the only way in: a pair of colossal doors, twenty feet tall and blood-red, set into that vast osseous rampart.

These are the Groaning Gates, and they are no ordinary barrier. Statues of Baphomet stand guard to either side, and the doors themselves are woven through with lethal magic — a scream of pure death waits for any who touch them unprepared, a wail that can shatter body and soul in an instant. Only the proper keys, held by the prison's wardens, tame their fury.

Beyond lies a shifting maze of bone-walled corridors, endlessly patrolled by demodand jailers and echoing with the wails and mad laughter of the damned. To open these gates is to cross a threshold few have ever passed and fewer still returned from — a mythic trial marking the true beginning of your descent into Baphomet's inescapable prison.