For Aerwyn, this was routine. She had done it tens of times before, although the target of the spell had never been a person. It had always been devils or demons, and the occasional celestial. Compared to what most other summoners made their summoned beings do, she considered her demands fairly light and pleasant. There was no risk of loss of limb or life, no combat at all, in fact. Discomfort, sure. Pain, quite often. But, at least, no combat and no loss of life. She rubbed her palms together, tearing her thoughts away from the doubt lingering in her mind. It was time. The circle had been drawn in rusted iron powder, the runes had been painted on the floor, and the alignment of the two planes would not last more than a few hours. Raising her arms, the elven mage intoned the first words of the spell.<br/><br/>For Kalea, it seemed as if the air itself wobbled a little. Almost as if it was liquid. The effect spread around her, even though there seemed to be no other effect than the visual. The air simply waved as if a stone had been thrown into a calm pond. The phenomenon dissipated. It might just have been a fizzled heat-trap? Half a minute later, the strange anomaly appeared again. This time, it surrounded the Aasimar, and applied some sort of invisible force to her from all sides, as if she was being aligned and positioned.<br/><br/>Once again, though, the effect repeated itself. This time, however, its center seemed to have moved a little away from Kalea's body. Whether it was because it had gathered strength or because the magic was much strong outside its calm eye, there was an irresistable, consistent pull on the Aasimar's form to move her to the seemingly unremarkable spot that was at the center of the liquid-looking, wavy air.<br/><br/>And then, at last, whatever had been building up unleashed its full force. A blackened, gargantuan, claw-like hand tore through the fabric of reality and closed around the Aasimar, dragging her towards the nothingness it had broken out of. Beyond Kalea's reality, there seemed to be intense chanting going on, though as the warrior was pulled in, it disappeared. In fact, everything disappeared. It lasted no more than a second, but it was an eternity of a second.<br/><br/>The world ceased to exist around the Aasimar, but she could still see it. She could see all the world at once. She could see into herself, and into countless other worlds. And at the same time, she knew she was in an absence of anything. The only things present were the hand, and her. And then, just as the nothingness threatened to overwhelm her, she tumbled back into reality. A different reality, a different plane, but still, reality. The hand was still there, and pressed her to the floor. It was dark wherever the Aasimar had landed, and smelled of sweet incense. The only sound were the last ringing, incomprehensible words of the chant she had heard.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>