Northern stood in the embrace of the wide, brown expanse. Everything felt right for once. Oh well, except for the smell.
He'd occasionally pinch his nostrils, but there was no helping it.
'What the hell could be smelling so pungent… or is it just the wind?' He wondered.
One could not really tell with this place. The rift was an anomaly itself; it also had a lot of anomalies in different packages, and this could just be one of them.
Northern turned his head, shifting his gaze from the endless expanse to the incarnate of war that was standing a stone's throw away from him.
Night Terror stood motionlessly, staring forward. But Northern couldn't tell what it was the monster was looking at.
'It's not thinking, is it?'
Northern raised a brow…
'Impossible' He dismissed the thought and decided to get closer to the monster.
