Bellua grunted in acknowledgement of her question. "Each sigil drawn is of a different element, includes different symbols, requires different chants to activate and bring to unrest the element for which I beckon. This sigil in particular is that of the earth, and with enough of a meditation, I could move the world; bend it to my will. However, my power has waned almost completely during the time in which I was imprisoned. If I were at full strength, the sigils would not be needed."

As he explained this to Rae, he finished the drawing that now enclosed them in its radius. Kneeling at the center of the circle, he placed his palms flat against the earth and closed his eyes. "I suggest you lower your center of mass," he suggested. "This lift will not be comfortable otherwise." Following this, he began to whisper an incantation as the sigil began to glow. A rumbling of the earth cracked an imperfect circle around the sigil before they started ascending, bringing a tower of earth beneath them to rise toward the sky.