With a gesture of his hand, the door closed and locked. His windows closed shut. He clicked his shades to red lenses, as they helped him concentrate on this sort of magic. His put on his Jakleauti, and opened the Ex Omni to the point he knew well: interplanetary travel. Because the book lost it's power the further away from Pax it got, he couldn't land in any specific spot on the planet, but that was okay, he didn't need to land anywhere in particular.
He sat down cross legged, and began to concentrate. Suddenly, he pulled back his sleeve and said, "God damned Bellicus, by Sophia Savage." His xPod flashed, "Song recognized." Seconds later, it began blaring heavy rock. Soon the female vocalist started screaming about her hatred of the Bellicus and the crimes they've done to nature.
It made him angry. Misinformed, Imbellis, tree-hugging swine. It brought up the perfect type of anger for the magic he was to perform. Then, he began to think, about being undergrounf. The hideous, awful feeling of dirt under every fingernail, covered in mounds of it, and the weight of the dirt. The feeling of a wooden root.
Dark red energy began to glow from inside of him. He knew he was ready. He clutched the book, and said the words.
He teleported out of the room, to Nosvasia, as the red glow vanished.