The rifts soon began to multiply in the afternoon sky, pouring numerous humanoid monsters with squid-like heads. Their sizes varied greatly. Some of them were dragging a hulking giant mass of sword thrice the size of their body, some of them seemed to possess an apparatus on their back that seemed to be creating exo-spears using their body mass as resources.
And some of them seemed to possess some sort of wing-like organs, carrying them to the everlasting sky.
"Leader!"
"Everyone, take cover!"
"W-what about Leader Hoppington!?"
"None of you shall ponder the essence of my wellbeing." As if reanimated from the death, Hoppington grasped the exo-spear that was impaling her head with both hands. Faint as it was, her body was surrounded by prismic red, the kind of enmity energy that none have seen before. "Ah, so this is it, the ambrosial tint that comes with the vermillion Primal Wrath."
