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.
Eyes were drawn to her like magnets, and her delicate cherry lips spread apart in a delicate smile as though in greeting of them.
Soon after, a robust man in green robes embroidered in thick gold lines appeared. These golden lines formed the image of a tree on his back, the branching lines forming the complex embroidery of the rest.
Soon after them, a group of youths followed.
Unlike the Thryskai who had many, each one of the Sachi, Golmara, and Royal Blue Trolls only brought a single youth.
They radiated a majesty that faintly suppressed the others…
And yet, every one of them had an ancient runic character on their lapels that only reflected a single thing.
A number.
The Royal Blue Troll was half the height of his elder, and yet he still stood at over four meters tall. Black tattoos covered him from head to toe, covering even his face in a mask of lines.
His runic character read… 'Six'.
The Golmara was almost as scholarly as Elder Cain, even holding a very similar fan. The difference was that his was formed of metal panels and when it opened, it sounded like a thousand blades were singing.
On its surface, the image of a complex formation appeared. But when he snapped it closed and opened it again, the formation on it had completely changed into another no less complex.
His runic character read… 'Five'.
The Sachi that took a step out from behind the Sachi elder of astounding beauty immediately stole the light away from them all. It was hard to fathom a woman could even be so beautiful.
The peacock feathers of the Sachi often took the spotlight, so grand and imposing as they were. But it took several seconds before many of the youths even noticed her feathers were colored in blues, silvers, and golds.

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