"What is going on? Where are we? And how did we get here? I think I remember being dragged in here. But nothing else comes to mind when I recall what happened."
Loki complained as he ran toward the small opening he saw on the other side. He was running in front, carrying Anya on his back.
Anya looked uncomfortable, but her legs had given out. Her body shook, forcing Anya to submit and follow the fate laid out in front of her.
"This is a sacrificial rift. Our souls will be used as ingredients if we do not run out of here in time. So, talk less and run more."
Amane yelled, but she was ready to fight. She brought out her staff and got into position. The Guardian creatures of this rift were beginning to show their faces.
A quick swipe of the staff broke the shadow-like creature into two. But it was instantly replaced by two more similar creatures. There was no end to these creatures.