Usually it was dangerous for someone of its rank to go into the Rift. Youma were not kind to the newer officers. They lacked the stronger radiance of Chaos, the clear signal of time and experience that a higher rank meant, and without those they did not command respect from the youma who called the place home.
However, Vitriol was two things. Curious and a half-youma.
While the former did bring it into the Rift, the later meant it wasn't immediately torn apart.
Walking the path, there was a kind of hope that Vitriol would free some of the restlessness it had been feeling lately and maybe come to understand its new way of life better if it was surrounded by what called to its mutated parts. It was on its walk that it noticed one officer that struck to a time long past. One who it hadn't expected to see but had stepped out of the twilight era of the Negaverse back to the forefront.
"General Obsidian." The lieutenant said as he neared the other officer.
Tsunake
