We never stood a chance. There were simply too many of them... Humans were dying, our towns and cities burning. The invaders, creatures from a parallel dimension, began to rampage after passing through the rift. Some could communicate with us and told us of the tyranny of the humans in their dimension, forcing them to kill one another or be slaughtered themselves. The humans had some sort of capsule items that overwrote the natural instincts of the brain, making them subservient, deadly tools. Death was a relief for many, suicide was preferred to being ripped apart by tooth, claw and tentacle. Medicine was scarce, hospitals, and research centers were the first buildings that were destroyed, followed by the military, law enforcement and educational buildings. The only weapons that we were able to use against the beasts were relics of the ancient past, swords and bows, and few could wield them with any effectiveness, losing the weapons without even scratching the beasts who soon rendered them useless. Humans were dying, our intelligence lost. We regressed into the Medieval era, cowering behind massive walls that extended deep underground and nearly blocked out the sky. The best combatants were sent out on surveillance and hunting patrols, and fewer came back each time, eventually there were only a few hundred humans left in each stronghold, with less than one hundred thousand left in the world.

Hope was extinguished, we all waited for the end, knowing that it was only a matter of time before we were extinct. Then we started hearing news of a group of people that could command the beasts, we thought that these were the "tyrants" from the other dimension, however they were people like us, from our world. They had been children when the rift appeared, and were sucked through it while playing on the beach where the rift had opened, and had lived there for the years since, learning from the people of the other world. Now, in their late teens they have returned to their world, having learnt of the creatures and been trained in weapons. They had run out of ammunition for their firearms within the first week, and now were fighting sword to claw with the beasts.

We called them the Riftborn.