[b] Near Relin [/b]

The wind picked up, flipping the book open to the largest inscription of the glyph that had been drawn into the book. Violently, without warning, the page tore, the wind pulling it form the pages in a fit of rage, slapping the paper on the dead center of the gate. Light erupted from the symbol violently, destroying the paper instantly and blinding the entire area around them. As it would fade, a softer light would be seen from the growing crack in the gate's doors, opening in a methodical pace. A hand thrust forth from the crack, grasping at the air around, seemingly in a panic before retreating back into the soft glow of the light behind the gate. A fraction of a second later, a tendril of dark light would fly from the gate, immediately looping around behind Axel. Reforming, it took the appearance of a relatively tall woman with dark hair.

"Such handsome savior," she whispered into his ear from behind him. "How should I reward such a gesture?" Her hand moved up to brush his cheek, the dark gown she was wear covered in flecks of ice, but done in a manner that looked entirely intentional. The snow around them slowed, almost as if it were suspended in the air, as if by the whim of the woman.