"Loryn," Jack stated. "Open the portal to Floor Twenty-Five. Castle courtyard, near the forges we've already established there."
Loryn's purple eyes gleamed as he reached into space itself, his clawed hands gripping reality's fabric and tearing it open.
The portal materialized, a shimmering gateway thirty feet wide, showing part of the volcanic landscape of Floor Twenty-Five's Soul Warden domain on the other side.
Jack commanded, gesturing at the assembled demons. "Form lines. Anyone who dawdles gets left behind."
The Iron Soot Clan moved with military precision, forming three parallel lines that flowed through the portal in steady streams.
Families stayed together, craftsmen helped each other with heavy equipment, and the elderly were supported by younger members.
The Clan Master remained until the end, ensuring every member of his clan had crossed before he stepped through himself.
