Ryan Johnson

Zephyr concentrated on the rift for a minute. Even after so many monsters had poured out of it, many more were still fighting to come out. It was almost as if they were running away from something.

Zephyr suddenly widened his eyes. "No way… that can't be the case…" His gaze stayed frozen on the rift for a couple of seconds. Then he turned to Helena, who was the closest person fighting around him.

"Hey, I think we need to go into the rift."

Helena twisted her staff and dealt a final blow to the vicious four-legged monster that stubbornly snapped its jaws at her face—she smashed its head and fangs into smithereens, her black rod crackling with dark lightning.

She exhaled and gave Zephyr all of her attention. "I know, but getting up there will be very difficult. Besides, we can't all go into the rift when there's a horde of monsters here."

Zephyr shook his head quickly. "You don't get it. I think there are fewer monsters in the rift than outside."