The Flashback, Cont.

The shadow grew, seeming to detach from the wall. "What the hell?" began Destov. Evastis raised his pistol and fired. And fired. Every shell struck its mark, and yet the shadow simply expanded. The entire squad began to blast away. The growing spot of blackness floated off the wall and hovered there. It wasn't a shadow anymore, but a gaping void in the dim room. Evastis caught on first. "RUN!" he yelled. The others either couldn't hear, or didn't care. With an earsplitting scream, the fabric of reality wrenched apart and folded unto itself. Green lightning crackled around the sphere, and a gusher of time poured out. Evastis might have spent a mere second, or three centuries, but, where demons are concerned, there is no such thing as too little time. With a roar, an elongated shape unfolded. Tzeentch's demon was unleashed.