A burst of wind nearly knocked them off of their feet. The portal suddenly stopped swirling and once again became dormant, but leading out of it was a trail of melted snow. Cylus turned and looked past Marker, clapping in slow applause. "That was quite the entrance, old friend." he says A [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSq0O_at1cVPeX5tTsTg4r12FNG5BZvYIKiVH7fcTUYBhmp6Ftr-A]figure[/url] stood behind the group, his arms crossed and grin stretched across his face. Bits of lighting still crackled around his body, but he didn't seem to take notice. "You called?"