The moment Dante stepped into the Witches' Realm, he felt a vibrant and peculiar energy in the air—a sensation only a place governed by such pure and chaotic magic could exude. He barely had time to adjust his senses before the environment around him shifted drastically.
More than six hundred witches were gathered, forming a large semicircle in front of the portal. They didn't look particularly friendly. In fact, every single one of them was pointing their staffs, wands, or even bare hands at him, conjuring devastating spells aimed squarely at his being.
For a brief moment, Dante raised an eyebrow, remaining still as a faint aura of power began to envelop his body, ready to react. But before the spells could be unleashed, a familiar voice rang out beside him.
"What a warm welcome, ladies!"