412 Dream's End 1

The Hero's fists flew forward with cannonball power, aimed right at the grey Rift. His knuckles were encased in a pale mint green - stabilizing energy meant to knit back together the dimensional tear.

But before the Hero's blow could strike true at the tear, he was stopped.

An arm jutted out from the tear, holding a mass of foggy grey that rebuffed the Hero's blow. The Hero flew backwards from the might of his own strike but righted himself in mid-air.

From the Rift, the rest of the entity belonging to that arm crawled out. It looked like a humanoid made out of fog, comprised of misty, formless grey. The entity's body seemed to love company in its colorlessness, sapping vibrance out of its surroundings, leeching the azure blues out of the clear sky.