Meanwhile, as Earth and the Hunters who ventured through the Rift to begin with tried their best to handle what could be one of their most confusing Rift events yet—Ambrose was navigating the desert dimension he'd accidentally dropped himself into.
While slaying beasts along the way for their aether core or any system points.
[A-Rank Desert serpent's core obtained!]
[A-Rank Demon lizard core obtained!]
[S-Rank Chameleon Wyrm slaughtered! Host has been granted 2000 EP and 1000 HP.]
That last kill especially had him panting on the desert floor, his mouth wide open and his head raised to the unforgiving sun. His outfit was filled with cuts, his blood and that of beasts he's fought staining just about every inch.
To add to that his body ached so badly that even the new aether being added only barely made him get relief.
For the first time in several hours, he wanted to hear the voices of his boyfriends. Even if it was one of them. Even if it was Viktor cursing him out in Russian.
