By Vernon Vexfire, filed from the Soot-Belt In another banner week for mayhem, the Ashen States shuttered a ring of pitch-stained embassies across the Cinder Crescent, yanking diplomats back through sulfur-slick corridors while whispering to citizens: if you can smell brimstone, you stayed too long. Limited dreadliners just resumed their sputtering hops out of the […]

By Evelyn Ember In the blazing corridors of Pandemonium’s Exchange of Agonies, traders clutched their pitchforks and prayer beads as the Strait of Sootmûz—Hell’s favorite analogue to a certain mortal chokepoint—was slammed shut by the Obsidian Diwan of Ashkar. After a volley of brimstone and banshee drones from the Emberican Legion and the Cinder Covenant

By Lucius Brimstone, reporting from Cinderskates Coliseum in the frost-blasted outskirts of Stygian-Cortina On the eve of the Underworld’s grandest chill gala, the Winter Paralympicks are set to ignite their opening pyres on Marrow 6—never mind the small matter of a raging sky-war that’s currently turning the upper atmosphere into a fireworks display the Damned

By Vernon Vexfire, senior scorch-correspondent, reporting from the soot-choked boulevards of Cinderan—our Ashen Capital—where the sky went from bruise-purple to blast-white in an instant last night. At the stroke of the 28th Ember, Year of the Cracked Bell, a detonation the size of a titan’s temper erupted over the Ember Citadel District, capping what the

By Lucius Brimstone CHARRED CITY, PITCHLYVANIAN WASTES—In a bunker studio wedged beneath the Soot District’s cracked basalt, a squad of silver-maned furies claps thunder into the cinder-dim morning. They call themselves Doomrise, a name chosen to spite the hour that once heralded the nightly barrage from the Emberfront. Now the dawn belongs to them: leathered