As the maddened and berserk warriors poured out of the Rift, so too did one man. Gigantic, standing at about eight feet tall, the pale-skinned man with black orbs for eyes wore heavy and ornate black armor with wings attached to the back. His left gauntlet was large, with claws wreathed in lightning upon it; his right hand held a coiled whip.

He looked around him and then roared with rage and hatred - plunging his claws into and through the nearest armored warrior.