[Inside Lufen Portal]
Rain fell in sheets, heavy and relentless, turning the ground into a mess of mud and blood.
Thunder boomed overhead, the sound rolling across a sky that churned with dark clouds.
And in the middle of it all, dozens of survivors stood frozen, their bodies covered in cuts and grime, their clothes torn and stained crimson.
The portal exit shimmered in front of them, just a few hundred meters away.
They could see it clearly, could see the gateway back to their world, to safety and to home.
But nobody moved or even breathed.
Because standing between them and escape was a forty-meter giant, his armor splattered with blood that the rain couldn't wash away fast enough.
Krazgor Ironjaw, Young Chief of the Ironjaw Tribe.
His massive frame blocked the path completely, his helmet's eye slits glowing with satisfaction.
