Keltham, who does not seem to be bothering to speak to her paralyzed form - nor to the pit fiend - unceremoniously picks her up with obviously augmented Strength; slings her over his shoulder; and hauls her quickly out of the fortress.  His moves are obviously Hasted, not in the fashion of somebody who feared the consequences otherwise, just someone who didn't want to waste time.

He passes through a Gate that opens for him, upon the first layer of Avernus, into what looks like an unfamiliar demiplane.

Keltham, who does not seem to be bothering to speak to her paralyzed form - nor to the pit fiend - unceremoniously picks her up with obviously augmented Strength; slings her over his shoulder; and hauls her quickly out of the fortress.  His moves are obviously Hasted, not in the fashion of somebody who feared the consequences otherwise, just someone who didn't want to waste time.

Keltham, who does not seem to be bothering to speak to her paralyzed form - nor to the pit fiend - unceremoniously picks her up with obviously augmented Strength; slings her over his shoulder; and hauls her quickly out of the iron room, exiting from there to what's obviously Avernus, the first layer of Hell.  His moves are obviously Hasted, not in the fashion of somebody who feared the consequences otherwise, just someone who didn't want to waste time.

Keltham, who does not seem to be bothering to speak to her paralyzed form - nor to the pit fiend - unceremoniously picks her up with obviously augmented Strength; slings her over his shoulder; and hauls her quickly out of the iron room, exiting from there to what's clearly Avernus, the first layer of Hell.  His moves are Hasted, not in the fashion of somebody who fears the consequence otherwise, just someone who doesn't want to waste time.