On the rocky western coastline of the Seventeenth Continent, the crashing of the ocean waves was entirely drowned out by the waves of hostile intruders.
An Extradimensional Rift hovered violently over the churning water, tearing a jagged hole in the sky. Gorak stood at the absolute edge of the coastal cliffs, stationed at Sector Seven on Red's classified directive. The strict orders were to maintain a permanent blockade and hunt down the migrating apex predators before they could threaten the capital.
Right now, the rift was bleeding. Boiling particles poured from the spatial tear, followed closely by a swarm of subterranean wyverns and ash-scaled dragons. The beasts shrieked, snapping their jaws as they poured into the Vanguard's territory.
Once again, Gorak cracked his thick knuckles, stepping ahead of the defensive trench line to face the draconic incursion alone. He lowered his stance, fully prepared to batter the first diving wyvern to death with his bare hands.
