"This is the rift, Roger..." Clara pointed at a direction in the dense forest they had entered. Roger vigilantly looked at it, and as he felt a distortion of magical powers from this direction, he nodded and carefully entered its range.
Entering the range of a rift was a must, as there might be a sudden appearance of a monster. Powerful or not, it was already Roger's habit to be vigilant when entering a new place. Even though he thought he could merely defeat someone, there was nothing wrong with being careful.
And just as they arrived, Roger could finally see the rift, the gate into the other specific dimension where the person Clara was living.
'It is amazing that he could live inside a dungeon. I have been inside once, but there should be proper attire to be protected from the harsh change in the gate. It destroys the skin and penetrates any weak defense.' Roger thought while looking at the rift. And as they finally must enter, he faced Clara.