Roughly half a kilometer from the castle that the group was calling their temporary home, the normally placid waters of a river began to thrash about and bubble wildly before a water funnel opened up. From the center a figure arose and examined its surroundings, stopping when it spotted the castle in the distance "So...that is were they've taken refuge..." the figure hissed. For days this person had travelled, crossing the ocean with speed unmatched by any aquatic vehicle above or below the sea as he'd tracked the spiritual aura of multiple powerful beings. It figured, he'd managed to avoid getting involved during the outbreak of the monstrous beings that had wreaked havoc a year ago, however, now something threatened to tear not just the world, but the entire dimension asunder meaning the time for sitting idly by was at an end. This man, Jacque Baila, sneered contemptuously, "This had better not be a waste of my time." he hissed. Jacque waved his hand upward and the funnel that swirled beneath him rose upward to encase his body, then began moving towards the castle, taking with it small a portion of the river. Jacque would put the people living in the castle to the test, he'd be doubly damned if he threw his hat in with a bunch of weaklings. The water continued to surge forward, every so often picking up debris as it made its way to the castle.