On the outskirts of the land, the air began to slowly stir. Turning, spinning, and compacting, just before beginning to part, and create a form of vacuum. The vacuum stretched taller and taller, and the distortion within grew stronger and stronger until a rip tore through it from the top down, like a blade slicing through tissue paper.
Inside stood Tanmin, a 6'5" Yazmer who proceeded to glance outward at the goings on. As he took a step forward, and out of the rift, he seemed to be a bit curious.