You have entered The Snowblind Waste, a frozen nightmare of rotten visibility, frequent storms, and terrifying Behemoths, the island in a perpetual battle between frost and umbral aether.

You see a purple portal of void-space appear, and from it, a Behemoth with a blue-gray body of a furless cat and the head of a bat with glowing purple eyes. It became clear what this Behemoth was: the Riftstalker.

The Riftstalker glares at you, letting out a raspy yet unnerving shriek.