The rift to the Underworld is open. Hera has chosen you to push the horde back — one thumb, five realms, endless waves.
Survive the swarm, pick godlike upgrades, and topple a guardian at the end of every realm.
Each realm has its own beasts, its own music, and a signature guardian waiting at the end — slay it, and the hunt only gets fiercer.
Finish the journey and the Gate opens. One map, one axis — depth. There are no realms to pick and no tiers to shop through; the only thing left to choose is your hero. Every ninety seconds you fall one depth further, and the ground answers: the light shifts, a different realm's melody comes up, and that realm's beasts and guardian come with it. Every fifth depth closes with a Warden. All ten enemy types are in play by depth five; after that it is the weighting that turns.
Depth is not just danger, it is rate. Time thickens exactly as much as the enemies do: a minute at depth one counts as 1:30, and it gains fifteen seconds at every depth after. A short deep run and a long shallow one meet on the same board.
You can leave with the depth you reached and keep it. Or take one more block, and risk the twenty minutes you are already carrying.
Every hero opens with a different weapon, a different stat bias — and a different dash. Dash is the escape: a short burst of speed with a sliver of invulnerability, enough to punch through a wall of bodies. How many you hold, and how fast they come back, is part of who you picked.
Relics and permanent Power-Ups shorten cooldowns, and that shortens your dash with them — a build can end a run dashing roughly twice as often as it started.
The rift's foot soldiers. Individually weak — but they never stop coming, and the horde grows by the minute.
Circles at a distance and rakes you with talon shots. From the second minute on, the skies are never safe.
Deep in a run, gorgons turn volatile — sprinting in and detonating on contact. Kill them at range, or pay in blood.
Restless dead slipping through the rift. Faster than they look, and they hunt in packs.
A wall of muscle and horn. Slow, furious, and built to outlast you — bring your evolved weapons.
Any beast can rise as an elite — bigger, meaner, gilded in gold. They drop treasure chests worth the risk.
Radial bursts, charge dashes, summoned warbands, knockback waves, burning ground — every guardian fights with its own arsenal. In endless runs they return stronger with every cycle.
Rings that close in, pincers from two flanks, marching warbands — the rift tests you on the clock, not just at the boss.
Weapons fire themselves. You choose which, and what to stack beside them: bolts that chain, blades that orbit, arrows that fall from the sky, waves that sweep the field, ground that burns. Some of the roster:
Relics are the other half of a build. Some sharpen a stat — damage, area, luck, how often you dash. Others change what a weapon does: added pierce, knockback on hit, an execute on anything already near death. A handful are the seed of an evolution.
Take a weapon to its ceiling while the right relic sits in your build, and the level-up screen offers something else entirely. Three of the eight, to show the shape of it:
The other five are yours to find. The game tells you when a weapon is ready — which relic it wants is the puzzle.
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