At the entrance of the rift, the three of them stood. The rift gate itself had long disappeared since they stepped through it.
Assaulted by the cold, emotionless wind of the strange realm, they shivered intermittently, their eyes lingering on the horizon that sprawled far before them.
If they wanted to... they couldn't even dare... going forward was out of the question. With the intermittent groundbreaking tremors and sky-ripping sounds that tore their way to them, no, they didn't even consider it.
Besides, Northern had instructed them not to. That instruction alone overwhelmed every other feeling and thought that they had.
Aster stared into the distance; compared to the other two cowering figures, he stood with a little bit of composed confidence, glaring at the ominous line of the horizon where the auspicious sounds rang from.
'Damn, I want to go...'
He clenched his fist.
