"We zullen nooit slapen, want slapen is voor de zwakken, en we zullen nooit rusten, totdat we allemaal fucking dood!" Over fifty voices let out the chant, as a large portal opened. All were clad in white clothes, black shades of a sort, and crimson Jakleautis. The UP's best and brightest arrived, and they linked with each other, joining the magic from their blood stream to amplify the energy in them. Once they had merged, they drifted towards the group and merged their energy with the others.
