The ruin with the Rift seed spawned in the form of a hulking mountain with a spinning black opening at the front. The area surrounding it was dried land with nothing growing around, as if it had created a desert around itself.
In front of the ruin stood a man with hands like thick tree branches and a face carved like stone—Manefor, rank 5 of the Forsaken Tribes.
"You are late," the man grunted.
Atrox smiled. "I don't remember setting a time."
"You don't seem surprised to see me," Manefor noted.
"No, I did not. We are still waiting for the remaining two, though."
"You think they will come?"
"Yes," Atrox answered simply. "They are as greedy as any Knight."
They didn't say anything after that, and Slya made chairs for them to sit and wait. They arrived much faster than Atrox thought.