| "Very well, one moment."
*A great orange and green mist begins to form around Tacitus as a great wind picks up.*
"Thuorc Gindarious KINAELC!"
*The mist leaps at each person like an arrow, piercing their very being. Each person instantly turns into mist and are blown away upon the winds, breing carried at high speed towards their destination, when Jordan so commands, they will stop.*
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