The older knight stepped closer to the rift, his face tight with concern. "It's held that size for about three days now. But the corruption's spreading. Spores are showing up in the air, and a few of our scouts came back… coughing up roots."
Magnus scoffed, tossing a glance at the twisted foliage. "Classic Gaia demons. Nature's little freak show."
Galen approached the rift's edge, his gait relaxed, almost lazy. He stood there, eyes half-lidded, as if he were staring at a puddle instead of a swirling death hole in reality. After a few moments, he turned and casually strolled back to where he'd been standing, his expression unreadable.
"You said nothing's come out of it yet?" he asked, tone light.
The older knight nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Not a single creature."
Galen tilted his head. "Let's hope it stays that way. Anyway—head back to base."
"Uh… excuse me?" the older knight blinked, confused. "Why, sir?"
