Outside the Rift, a portal hovered in the air. It carved from the ground in thick bands of green, forming a door. A woman in a long dress with a blank metal mask on her face stepped forward. She put her face in the air and sniffed before she shook her head.
"I don't feel anything, Beloved," she said.
She turned toward the portal opening, where it showed a room lit up by the sun and a man sitting on a stone throne.
The man was bulky and muscular, his face flat, but his eyes burned with a zealous light, a feverish heat. He smiled, his voice rumbling.
"You are too weak to feel it now. That old fox must have definitely covered his tracks. But even now, I can tell, a Forbidden Knight was here. The old man was here."
The woman lifted her hand into the air and gathered the winds to herself by gesture, and the winds rushed to her, curling around her limbs and neck.
"Maybe I feel a little."
The man snorted.
