The gates of the Netherforge creak open, and the shadows whisper your name. You are a Hellwalker, an immortal soldier who has committed unforgivable sins in the eyes of God. Your sentence is eternal: fight, bleed, and endure against the endless hordes of demons that lurk in the forgotten realms between time and space.

Every step into the Gauntlet is a step into damnation. The dungeons are not stone and mortar, but living labyrinths that shift and twist with each descent. Corridors collapse into caverns, chambers spiral into abyssal pits, and arenas of blood rise from the earth, waiting to be stained once more. No two journeys are the same; what you conquer today may consume you tomorrow.

The demons are endless, born from fire, bone, and shadow. Some rush in blind fury, others stalk in silence, and still more rise as towering monstrosities that blot out the torchlight. Their purpose is singular: to break you. But in their downfall lies your only hope. Weapons torn from their corpses, armor reforged in cursed flame, and relics pulled from forgotten shrines will shape your survival.

You will not find peace in the Gauntlet. Survival is measured not in victories, but in breaths stolen from the jaws of despair. Each run is a trial. Each arena is a crucible. With every defeat, the forge reshapes you, harder and sharper than before. But the question remains: how long can you endure before the darkness claims you entirely?

Step into Netherforge: Demon Gauntlet and embrace your penance.
The demons are waiting.