Gesturing and intoning ancient words of power in what seems to be vaguely Latin phrasing, Matt seems to be casting a spell.  Slowly, with apparently difficulty, the space in front Hikari and Masato suddenly warps and twist, like a water drop striking the surface.  Still chanting and tracing elegant designs in the from of white-gold sigils as stones rise from the floor to make broad portico, each block being held loosely by more, almost violet energy.<br/><br/>The scene on the other side settles and looks almost identical to the room, but those with sharp eyes will not a few things.  The spider webs coating the over turned desk, those same pieces of furniture located differently, and dust.  It coats everything.  Lowering his hands, finally the portal is open.