[3rd Person's POV]
The moment the last member of the raid team stepped through the Terramourn Swirl, the familiar sensation of space twisting around them lasted for a second.
However, what greeted them was not darkness or the familiar terrain of the monsters' lair, not the eerie silence or the growl of beasts, nor the suffocating wilderness that most high-ranking vortexes were known for.
Instead, they were greeted by an explosion of music crashing into their ears. The roar of tens of thousands of voices was deafening, rising like a tidal wave and almost drowning Kenneth Silverfang's command before it even left his mouth.
"What the heck—"
