The capital city of Imperius, proud crown of the human empire, had come to life once more after the attack six months ago.
Merchants and nobles crossed the marble-paved streets, soldiers patrolled in gleaming armor, and scholars moved between ancient towers of knowledge.
Yet today, all that grandeur bent under the shadow of something far more dangerous—a new rift opening.
In front of the Imperius National Museum, a place that preserved relics of forgotten civilizations, reality itself twisted.
A rift had appeared—its edges jagged and unstable, glowing like a wound in the sky. The air vibrated with mana, and faint growls echoed from within.
The rift was still in its early stage, but already low-ranked monsters—gnarled shadow wolves and horned mantises—were crawling out, hissing as they hit the streets.
The authorities had sealed off the area, erecting mana-barriers, but the real action was left to the guilds.
Word had already spread: this rift was measured at S-rank.
