The Rift

Chapter 101

~ The Rift ~

The western edge, Dhemistaria…

Warp!

A small spatial spurt occurred and Ian and the others appeared simultaneously.

They were standing betwixt a land with reddish-brown soil, a land that spanned for thousands of kilometers at all sides. No matter where they turned to, they couldn’t see the end to the vast land. The sky was blood red and crackled with lightning.

Right in front of them, or rather, many kilometers before them was a wall of cataclysmic clouds. The wall was so tall and stretched so far, they couldn’t see its top nor its end. The clouds were in a constant state of collision, birthing new clouds and cloud typhoons. Thunder crackled vehemently within the turmoil, lightning streaks ran erratically.

From a normal perspective, one would think the chasm before them as just a continuous rampaging of colored clouds, but Ian could tell, they all could tell that those weren’t clouds. It was an influx of primordial energies. Ian could specifically tell that mu