Inside a dim dungeon chamber, a hulking minotaur sat with its back to the wall. The silence was broken as the air before it began to ripple unnaturally.
Fwooosh!
Space twisted, and a rift started to form. The minotaur's creepy eyes narrowed. With a snarl, it gripped the massive sword at its side and rose to its feet, muscles tensing. Whatever was coming through, it took a stance for it. It was ready.
Meanwhile
Logan, who had jumped inside a rift along with the monster, had entered a void. He was still drifting in it until a pull dragged both him and the monster out. And within a blink, the world around him shifted.
His feet touched the floor. Dust scattered. The choking darkness of the void gave way to stone and stale air. He looked around. And found he was inside a dungeon.
On the other hand..
