Just above the horizon, you spot a scraggly wizard hanging from a strange device which sputters out little clouds of coloured smoke. Shortly afgter seeing this, you can hear the faint pitter-patter of a propellar. By the look of things, Petramoss has crafted a crude imitation of a Hytalian Back-Propeller, but appears to have slipped out of the harness. As he passes over you, he loses his grip and plummets gracefully onto his chin.
Hazar! Reyrey I have thwarted your plan to invite the red death to your side. Instead... I SUMMON THE MIGHTY @GavinTheCrafter
From the dark shadows of the void, a towering figure emerges, its raspy voice sounding across the barren wastelands of Zone (insert number from 1-6 here):
Ha! @Petramoss , your efforts are made in vain! Tremble with fear, for I am summoning... eh... @Antnest8 !
Leaned on his walking stick, the figure merges into the darkness.