Spatial Magic
Language: en
When I awakened my Riftweaver class, I became a god in this nightmare of a survival game. I could tear through the fabric of reality, slipping in and out of the most lethal, high-tier raids as if I were taking a walk in the park. Naturally, whenever a raid team got completely wiped and trapped, I was the first person they called for a rescue. And being the pragmatist that I am, I hung a massive neon sign in the Nexus Hub. My price? One thousand Credits per extraction. I made an absolute killing. After casually ripping open a portal to drag a few half-dead nobodies out of a death zone, a…