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"Alright. This way." Virde nodded, not wanting to waste a single second now.

The warehouse was sealed from the outside and seemingly guarded a few of the undead. They were quite easy to bypass, by throwing a stone, that made a low clattering sound and got the attention of two of the undead as they shambled over to investigate.

Virde rolled his eyes at their stupidity before sneaking inside...

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At the center of the warehouse stood a barely contained orb, it gave off a number of impressive  varients of purple, all of which bounced off of the walls and reflected off of the glass.

The portal gave off a strange atmospheric effect, gusts of winds, the intensity of which grew stronger, the closer you got to the portal.

Nells stood at the center of the storm, his clothes seemingly the only thing affected by it.

"You four shall hold this thing open until we have have all gone through. It will inevitably fail and explode but fear not, for I can resurrect you, once I achieve my goal."

"As a shambling corpse, maybe..." Virde muttered, under his breath. The deceit here would make fucking Dunlammus blush...