Infinite Limits

For centuries there had been only silence . . . The gateway through worlds known as the Rift, the Black Door, remained still as glass; a pitch-black mirror that when gazed upon showed only the reflection of one's soul, and the emptiness therein. Throughout the silence the races soundly slept, dreaming of an age past -- a history of horror that slowly faded to legend, and slower yet into myth. Then the Rift awoke . . . and their dreams turned to nightmares, nightmares into reality.From its p...