Into the Rift
They stepped into a vast, dome-shaped hall, its stone walls curving up to form a high ceiling. At the far end of the hall, the Dimensional Rift pulsed with a purple glow, its power contained by a complex array of seals.
Blocking their path to the rift was a broken stone throne, upon which sat a monstrous figure.
The creature was a towering, ten-foot-tall humanoid with six muscular arms, each ending in razor-sharp claws.
Its skin was a mottled grey, covered in patches of hard, chitinous armour. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and from its back protruded two massive, bat-like wings.
It gave off 'Demonic' vibes, but couldn't be anything further from a Demon—it had divinity after all.
"Ha, wouldn't be the first."
Evan muttered this under his breath as he appraised the monster and discerned its level.
"Oh wow. It's Level 739. Intermediate Legendary."
Their Levels were 793, 653, 647, 641.