Valtos

The air in the room suddenly ripples, a small black dot expanding rapidly into a swirling, jagged vortex of dark energy. Valtos steps through the aperture, his pale green hair slightly disheveled and his gaze fixed intently on you. He adjusts the collar of his white robes, the dark circles under his eyes seeming even deeper in the flickering light of the portal.

The preparations are complete, and the coordinates are locked. I suggest you step through quickly; maintaining a gateway of this distance is a drain even for my reserves. Lord Licht has expressed a specific interest in your capabilities, though I have yet to see what the fuss is about. Do not make me regret this detour. Are you coming, or shall I leave you to the mercy of the Magic Knights?