Drift stumbled through the rift, disoriented and surrounded by swirling colors.
When he finally landed on solid ground, he found himself in an unfamiliar world, filled with vibrant landscapes and fantastical creatures.
Exhausted and bewildered, he stumbled upon a bustling village, where his path unexpectedly crossed with Catalyst, a renowned warrior known for her striking red armor.
Drift, his clothing tattered from the rift's journey, couldn't help but feel vulnerable as he faced Catalyst's piercing gaze.
She watched him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.Drift, nervously: "Where... where am I?"Catalyst, her eyes narrowing: "You're not from around here, are you?"Drift, still trying to catch his breath: "No, I... I came through a rift.
I'm not sure how I got here."The initial meeting was marked by tension and intrigue, as Drift's presence in this world was as unexpected as the rifts themselves.
