"I'm on my way. Give me thirty seconds." He hangs up the phone and grabs his weapons, never out of arm's reach these days. Staff, blasting rod, sword, pistol, and the few rings he wasn't already wearing. Most of the weapons attach to his hard-shell armor through the leather duster he wears over it, but he keeps the sword unsheathed, and holds it up in front of him. "Portalis," he says, and slashes the sword down. The air parts open in front of him, shimmering blue and swirling with energy around the scar.

A matching portal appears in the library, drawn by the tip of a silver sword that suddenly appears from nothing. And a moment later, a tall wizard squeezes himself through the gap. "Finitum," he says, swinging the sword up through the portal, opposite of how it was created. The hole closes, part of the air still shimmering blue for a moment before it dissipates, wafting away into nothing.