A sudden silence fell over the crowd, every eye turning toward the massive, golden portal that materialized in the sky.
A lion's roar echoed through the realm, its sound fierce and majestic.
"RAWWRRR~!"
The air shimmered and formed into a Hindu-inspired portal, teeming with intricate patterns of lotus flowers and swirling geometric designs.
Out stepped Parvathi Devi, the current matriarch of the Vishwa Clan, riding atop a majestic lion.
Her sari was a sea of radiant colors, shimmering like an aurora, and her eyes sparkled with the wisdom of eons.
She gracefully dismounted, and the lion let out another roar that echoed like a triumphant hymn.
As she stepped down from her lion, Parvathi Devi couldn't help but wonder about the weight of this assembly.
'Sigh… to think our days of peace are finally over. What game of fate are we playing this time?'
