The violet portal spat them out into a desolate, windswept valley at the foot of the Labyrinth of Eternal Thorns. The moment their feet touched the cracked earth, a savage gale slammed into them like a living wall. Trevor braced himself, one arm raised to shield his face as the howling wind pushed them backward with brutal force. Dust and razor-sharp thorns whipped through the air, cutting shallow lines across exposed skin.
"Hold on!" Trevor shouted, planting his feet and grabbing Lisa's arm to steady her. Vespera stood firm beside them, her silver hair whipping wildly around her elegant face, her sheer black lace outfit fluttering against her voluptuous curves.
