Syrlya shudders at the pervasive sense of decay--his sense of it isn't as strong as others, but he can tell there's something unpleasant seeping into his body. Ignatius all but confirms it's like a poison.

"Then let's find our way to her. This is our only chance." He looks to the others before setting the start of a portal under his feet. "I'll carry as many across as I can. There is no sense running through it."

He turns back around, narrowing his eyes before focusing on teleporting himself ahead. He'll try and navigate closer to the light, what's hopefully the Ringmaster--and at least a spot that's just as clear as the beginning to set the other side of the portal to.