The sky was a murky blanket of swirling dark clouds, thick and oppressive, casting an eerie shadow over the land. The winds, sharp and biting, howled through the air, carrying with them the unmistakable scent of rain and the foreboding promise of a coming storm.
As Cassius stepped through the Portal, an unexpected sight met his eyes. The trees, usually standing tall and rooted firmly in the ground, were flying straight towards him. With a swift, precise strike, Cassius severed an incoming tree right at its midsection.
"WELCOME! WELCOME" a deep voice boomed with a hint of playful amusement.
Cassius turned his head and saw the backs of the Mercenary Queen, the Madman, and the Duke, their postures sturdy as they gazed intently in the direction the voice had come from.
