Atrox froze. He wasn't the only one—Tiber and Slya looked as if they'd swallowed something bigger than their throats could handle. That, at least, confirmed that Atrox hadn't heard wrong.
Unleash the Rift? What's he talking about?
It was a well-known fact that uncleared Rifts couldn't bring out enough monsters to truly threaten the world. Their danger lay in accumulation—but that was why the Borderlands existed, to keep the Rift from spilling over.
A chill ran down his spine, and his gut tightened.
'...can this be made possible by my Mark Order? Is this why Vorgaelor wanted me here? It must be true… Steelclaw wouldn't be here otherwise… So he wants to use the monster armies for himself…'
Atrox shook his head as he turned to Steelclaw. He thought he had nothing to say to the man—but that was before he learned what he did.
