Despite managing to remain standing, Azrael felt a massive weight over his body, his forehead dampening in sweat.
In what appeared like a moment, the Rift enlarged, intensifying the Corruption it gave off several times over.
A horror slowly crept into the human realm from beyond. Several times larger than the Wanderers the Chosen had just fought, making the monster rival the height of most buildings.
A body covered in ragged black scales, six thick arms ending in several sharp claws. Three white eyes positioned on its head.
Azrael gulped, foreseeing a disaster ahead.
Name: [Unnamed]
Race: [Harbinger]
Danger Level: [Reaver]
Corruption Rank: [Profane]
A memory resurfaced in Azrael's mind: The Scalded Crown, the boss monster that the Proven he had met in his first Rift needed to slay in order to return to the human realm.
He remembered the overwhelming power it had displayed so effortlessly…
And now such a being was in the human realm?
