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Wyatt couldn't sit still, though he did try not to pace as he waited for people to show up so Tannim could open the portal to the Underworld.

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bridge_carson,

cantjossme,

futurebucs_star,

izzyalienqueen,

neurotic_witch,

sonofdragons,

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wannabehunter. Hanging out in same chat at last night, but mass coordination is not necessary. ;)]

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"Ready when you are," Wyatt said, taking a breath to steady himself.

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Tannim stood with his feet shoulder-width apart and his hands by his side. He'd used a necklace of Phoebe's to scry with earlier, so he had a good visual of where they were going.

He focused on his breathing to start with. He didn't need to be in trance, but he did need to be in a meditative state. His breathing slowed to a steady, rhythmic pace and he closed his eyes.

He drew the energy from within himself, keeping Chinthliss's lessons in mind. He formed a mental picture of the arch in the Underworld he had spotted while scrying, and channeled the energy into the closet doorframe.

Only someone with magical sight could see the flow of energy from Tannim to the door, but the iris that opened up in the air within the frame was visible to all.

The iris expanded, filling the doorframe, until a thin glow of blue-green light traced the outline of the Gate. The space within was blurry and distorted at first, a sickening swirl of nothingness. After only a few moments, though, it formed into a view of something beyond the Gate - a rough, rocky cavern. Torches flickered on the walls, making shadows dance against the stone.

Tannim took a moment to anchor the Gate within himself, then opened his eyes. "Go," he said.

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"Here we go," Wyatt said, wishing he had a sword or something. He hurried through the gate, Chris following closely behind.

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Isabel bit her lip and stepped through. It was time to end this.

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Anders took a deep breath, desperately wishing he'd had a cigarette to calm his nerves, and followed through the Gate behind Isabel. He wasn't looking forward to this at all, but it had to be done.