The book slammed shut. A harsh, unspeakable language began to flow smoothly from his tongue as his hands wove ink-black fire through the air. As he wove, the fire moved from his hands to encircle the rift that the blackguard had so unwittingly torn open, holding it and locking it. Slowly, the portal shrank, forced closed by his will, until it was the perfect size and shape; a perfect circle two-thirds the height of the dark knight that had opened it.<br/><br/>"There," he said, his voice only showing the faintest signs of effort. "Call whatever it is you want now. It should be well within the limits of your abilities." Shaking his head, he turned back to his book to try and find his page.