[100Ps bonus chapter as promised]
"...Is this how they've managed to hold on for so long?" the horned figure muttered softly to the figure beside him, his voice barely a whisper against the wind.
Yet, it carried an eerie resonance, cutting through the stillness as if the very world below was waiting with bated breath.
Everything seemed frozen, petrified at the sight of the two figures suspended high in the sky. The crimson rift behind them undulated lazily, still gaping wide but quiet for the moment.
No more elder gods or twisted creatures crawled forth from its depths—for now.
But the sense of foreboding was palpable. Off in the distance, to the opposite horizon, the second Rift pulsed violently, a constant reminder of the unrelenting chaos.
From its maw, fresh abominations spilled forth, writhing and grotesque, their forms barely comprehensible to mortal minds. The ground below was a battleground of desperation and determination.
