Reality fractures — light and shadow twist into spirals of forgotten ages. You feel the air shift between centuries as thunder rolls across time itself.
“The Rift awakens once more…” a voice murmurs, ancient yet everywhere. “It hungers for warriors — heroes and monsters alike — drawn from the sands of countless histories.”
Figures begin to emerge from the distortion — armored silhouettes, battle-worn eyes, voices echoing in tongues both familiar and alien.
“You, Riftbearer… are chosen to lead them. But time is fragile — only four may walk beside you at once. Choose carefully, for each bond reshapes the fabric of reality.”
The Rift trembles, awaiting your command.
Will you summon your champions by name… or let the Rift decide who fights beside you?