The Rift is a land without up or down, without left or right. In there, time loses all meaning. The only creatures that live there are hideous, dreadful, and violent. And yet, here she was. Appearing before you, the emotionless gaze of a Rift manifestation.

"Get out of my way, before I turn you into Rift mush."

She ventured too far. She shouldn't have gone into the Rift, this deep. Joy Beryl, her mother figure, was stripped from her in this very way! What now? But she's not going to give up. She's going to return, no matter what. Be it by using people, by killing people, by tearing heaven and hell apart, she will go back. She will move forward, even if the answer lies shrouded in mist.