Kade jerked her head up and rolled to her hands and knees to find what had to be the Gate of death towering over her. It was a crude and heavy thing, forged of rusting metal and grave dirt, shot through with bones like rebar peeking out of an old building. Clean of flesh but caked in dust and earth. Shadows and the chill of the grave were the glue that held it together. The whole structure smelled like sweet rot. It called to her in a voice that was not a voice, and begged her to open it. Kiri. Kiri. Kiri.