A blue hand caught the top of the portal and ripped it open wider, stepping out as though the universe should be making way for his shoulders as well.
There was a whine and groan in the air that wasn't quite like the stomping quake of Elder Kombe's arrival, but somehow deeper. Rather than just the world reverberating, it felt like the cadence of their heartbeat itself was changing.
The portal was yanked open as though it was only natural a man's hands should be able to dictate the twisting of existence's fate.
A Royal Blue Troll stepped out, a beard and head of white completing his look. The air around him was so frosty Elder Nova was practically oozing with steam before he suppressed it.
Soon after him, a fluttering array of peacock feathers appeared, an old woman with a beauty still touched by youth making her presence known.
She was a world-toppling beauty even now, despite looking to be at least 50 in mortal years. One could only imagine what she had been like in her prime.
