A group photo before the start. The whole crew in the saddle, lined up on the meadow below the camp – still all present and in clean armour. We’re about to begin.
It has begun! Rift beasts pour out one after another, the ground beneath us turns white, and a Fungus Trap flies into the crowd of riders. The first champion falls within seconds, I target a venerable rift beast. Someone shouts „FOR XAN!” in chat.
The fight in full swing. Jackals with curved sabres and armoured wolves all around, and we’re in the middle of the cauldron. Magranon blesses the field with mass stamina, Fo heals wounds, and the beasts fall one after another. Next target: a rift jackal.
I took quite a beating. The jackals decided it had to be me – over forty hits in a few minutes, in the back, the chest, the arms. The world turned red, so I retreated to the tent to bandage up. Good thing I left the cotton here.
Patched up, I head back into the thick of it. A huge rift beast in scale armour towers over the crowd, a horned silhouette looms in the red pillar, and a pale moon hangs in the sky. More champions fall – a beast and a jackal – and Magranon tops up our stamina again.
Charming fellows. A jackal in scale armour peeks at me over the fence, behind it a field strewn with corpses, and more are coming from the pillar with clubs. Everything is red again – I barely escaped with my life. On the bright side, a champion rift beast corpse lands in my backpack.
Another wave, this time with magic – rift casters and summoners with clubs, and the sky has turned greenish. Glowing mushrooms from the Fungus Trap sprout everywhere, the fallen lie underfoot. Axe up, I target a summoner, while Magranon and Fo keep us alive once more.
Heavy fighting. The sky is running with blood, the ground is strewn with the bodies of beasts and jackals, blue spells burst along the fence, and more come out from behind the colossus with weapons raised. Red before my eyes again – the bandages go on one after another.
Another charming fellow, this time solo and up close. A rift summoner in purple scales, club raised over his head, red eyes glowing. Night is falling, blue spells still shine behind him. He looks as if he had picked me as his target.
