"Don't forget, you asked for it." Caludar chuckles.<br/><br/>The golden pentagram once again appears and Cal begins to chant. This time, the summoning is much more serious. Black clouds begin to form in the sky over the clearing. The wind begins to howl and the earth begins to crack and tremble. The group begins to look worried and nervous, all but Caludar. His voice becoming a frenzied crescendo. He raises his hands above his head, lightning jumping between the clouds and his fingers. A blinding flash and an enomous vortex of magical energy appears in the centre of the binding sigil. The swirling mass of utter chaos begins to pull at everything in the clearing, small trees are uprooted, stones start rolling and the small gathering is forced to  brace themselve or grab onto something to prevent from being sucked in.<br/><br/>"I warned you that you were underestimating me Tyr!" Caludar bellows over the roaring wind. Tyr notices he's in over his head and trys to close the portal but a deafening shriek disrupts his spell. With another unholy screech, a greater demon begins to claw itself out of the dimensional rift.