"No rift!" I said as I opened my eyes.
Every day, I wake up with those being my first words. I am waiting for the rift desperately.
More desperate are the people who had been here for hundreds of years; some for over thousands. They are verging on madness, and I have a feeling that if it doesn't come soon, they might go mad.
The rift will come, everybody is sure of it. However, nobody knows when it will come.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself before entering my core, excited because the plant would have finished refining the bloody core of Haklin.
I thought it would take a month inside the core, two at most, but it had taken five months.
It had been over three weeks since the battle against Itornas, and the plant had been focused on it alone. Refining the core, turning into the blood essence.
I was right in my prediction, but wrong in the composition of the core.
