Chapter 9

Stan into Ren's face thinking. What if he was just mislead. He took the thought out of his head right then. Ren had tried to kill him, with magic. The language Ren kept yelling seemed familiar to him. It sounded like he was saying "die" in the language.
The ground did explode when he was dodging. It had looked like a ray.
"Maybe, I can use the spell." He said to himself "Die!"
There was a spark but nothing else. He starred down at his hand, willing it to do something better. He looked up to see Ren's body vanish. He glared at the spot and hopped he was seeing things. After blinking a couple times, it was still gone. He remembered the walkie-talkie lying on the table.
"Splitter, Glam. Does anyone hear me!" He yelled into the mouth piece
"Stan, is that you?" A voice responded
"Yes, I am in the Keep and need help." Stan said, trying to stay calm.
"I will be down in a moment." The voice said
Glam appeared moments later. Behind him emerged Barney and Cashek. The triplet ran at him.
"What happened, nothing seems wrong." Barney asked glancing around.
"Ren attacked me a minute ago." Stan responded
"Where is he then." Cashek asked
"His body vanished in thin air." He said
Glam yelled something in a different language. Pacing and yelling Glam, stopped and starred at the doorway.
"This is the doorway he vanished from?" Glam Whispered
Stan nodded turning towards the door. Glam was crouched moving slowly to the tube in which Splitter had gone. He jumped in the tube and like Splitter vanished. Barney moved to the tube also entering.
"Are you coming?" Cashek asked
"Yeah, but can you get my sword out of that crate?" Stan said
Cashek whirled around and looked at the sword pointing out. He walked over to the crate. Grabbing hold of the hilt he tugged and the sword slipped out. Stan took it and followed Cashek into the tube.
As before it twist and turned. Flipping him around. Minutes passed, he found himself on hard floor again. He stood and looked over at Cashek. He seemed to be looking at something over the castle walls.
He turned and saw why everyone was assembled. In the distance an army of creatures had come. Demons of all shapes and sizes rose out of the ground. Dog looking creatures paced the perimeter of the front lines. In the back a man stepped into the crowd of Demons.
"That there is Dem The Great." Splitter whispered.