More Creations: The Gates of Ashgate

There are places mortals should never see. Ashgate is not one of them. It sees you first.

At the edge of all existence lies the Infernal Divide — a fracture in the fabric of reality where time burns, and death breathes. Through this gate spills the endless tide of the condemned: skeletal warriors, shrieking shadows, and soulfire wraiths who’ve long forgotten their names.

The Reaper King, cloaked in torn wrath, guards the gate with hollow eyes and a grin that never fades. His kingdom is not made of stone, but bone and ash. He does not collect souls. He breaks them — so they can never be whole again.

Here, the skies bleed. The winds scream. And the ground remembers every war, betrayal, and final breath.