Gladius and Arianna's relaxed postures belied the immense power coiled within them, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
A vortex of pure darkness swirled into existence, its inky depths seeming to devour the very light around it. The rift pulsed and writhed, growing larger with each passing second. As it expanded, an overwhelming sense of wrongness permeated the area, causing the skin of the Arcanum mages to crawl. The very air seemed to recoil from the tear in reality, creating a vacuum that tugged at their clothes and hair.
From within the depths of the rift, nightmarish creatures began to emerge. They poured forth in a grotesque tide, their forms twisting and warping as they took shape.
These were no ordinary monsters – they were abominations that defied the natural order, insects grown to monstrous proportions and imbued with hellish powers.
