With the plan in place, Fey moved into position while Raze remained where he was. He raised his hands into the air, shut his eyes, and fell into deep concentration.
"Please don't fail me now," he muttered, channeling all his mana through his body and into the spell.
Creating a gate large enough to fit the undead dragon through was an enormous task. It was essentially a portal the size of a manor far beyond what he had ever attempted. He wasn't even sure he was capable of it. If he failed, they would have no choice but to fight the dragon here and endure the destruction it would cause.
The gate suddenly ripped open.
It started small, about the size of a single person, but then it began to expand, growing larger every few seconds. It reached nearly half the required size before it started to tremble, becoming unstable.
"Can you keep going?" Fey shouted.
