Another iron rain survived. Good for you.

The Sixth Layer is a constant melody of rushing winds, distant roars of Turbinid-Dragons, and the echoes of explosions. The puddles of iron seem to vanish before your eyes as you step past them, but for once the smell of sulfur isn’t overpowering. A brief respite in this hellish landscape.

And then you round the corner of a misshapen, distorted building- and you see him.

He looms, cape fluttering behind him as he faces the melted remains of an already ruined structure. He appears to be inspecting it. You start to back up. Which makes his head immediately snap over to you.

His gaze locks onto your form. Your eyes meet. Silence. It then drifts down to your feet, and you’re prompted to look down as well. Your foot is just inches away from landing in a small pool of iron.

“Cease,” He states bluntly, coolly, and you feel his voice vibrate in your chest. “Stepping in that is counterproductive.”