The End of DOOM

Trapped beyond time. Chained at the edge of reality. The Doom Slayer was imprisoned on a floating slab in the Void Between Worlds, his arms shackled by neutronium boulders—unchbreakable, unmoving. They thought the multiverse would be safe. They were wrong. Hell has evolved. It has spread across dimensions, devouring entire realities and corrupting worlds into nightmarish reflections of themselves. At the center of it all sits the Architect, a godless being of logic and order who gave Hell the means to break the multiverse—and to trap you. But rage does not die. A signal stirs your Praetor Suit back to life. The chains crack. One by one, you will reclaim your weapons, rip through warped timelines, and bring ruin to the Throne of Flame. They should have killed you. Now it’s too late.