Just as Damien wiped Drake from the face of existence, the ground began to split open in every direction. Damien and the rest of the group jolted where they stood, leaping back to avoid falling into the expanding rifts.
"What is happening?!" Seira's voice rang out in alarm just as Dante had just pulled her back from a deep rift seconds before she could have fallen into the abyss.
"I do not know! Whatever it is, it only means trouble!" Dante replied, after hurling a pair of knives straight into a Darkrot's heart closing in on them.
The rifts began to emit a red, ominous glow. Inhuman screeches echoed from the depths, vibrating through the very air they breathed.
Alex's eyes snapped toward the nearest opening and his gaze narrowed as he spotted black, clawed hands gripping the edge of the broken land.
He roared a warning to the others. "Something is coming out of them! Everyone, move away from the cracks!"
