C1017 When the Sky Turned Dark He Closed His Eyes
Benin stood transfixed, her gaze locked onto the ever-widening rift that crackled and hissed as it stabilized. As a member of the Sylph tribe, blessed with the bloodline mysteries of the Voidweaver, she could make out blurry images within the crack that felt strangely familiar...
Could this rift be connected to the foreign land I know of? Benin pondered, her brow furrowed in silent contemplation
