"Damn it!"
Iris cursed in frustration as the realization dawned upon her—her group was ensnared within this mysterious dimension. Attempting to re-cast her dimensional magic for an escape, she found her efforts in vain, the spell only resulting in a mere spark of light.
The figure before them rose from the ground, having invoked the barrier expansion. Its stalwart wooden form stood tall, emanating an intense atmosphere that signaled imminent danger. The group now grasped the severity of their situation.
"What is happening..."
Seraphine spoke with awe, surveying the transformed surroundings. She observed the witches, noting their similar reactions. Sweat formed on her brow as the figure stared at her, piercing straight into her soul.
