The large crystal that crashed not far from the mansion pulsed softly, twisted black metallic roots worming their way into the soil until, with a flash, a large portal opens and something not unlike a train car bursts forth, only to crash immediately into the snow on the ground. A figure in a white suit, his head appearing to be nothing more than a blank void surrounded by a wreathe of writhing fleshy tendrils steps out into the cold.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Hmmm, I think that could still use a little work. Well, at least I seem to have arrived at the place he mentioned..."</span>