"Reload," a man ordered. "We are going to blow open the safe room and kill that whore. We will do it for the prince and his family's honor."

The fog boiled in above and below them. The spell manifested without conscious thought. However, this time the tentacles clutched the men and drug them down through the dimensional rift. Their screams were cut off as they were pulled into hell itself. I directed the tendrils to take not just the living but the dead as well. Let them puzzle that shit out. Once the last man was drug screaming and begging from the room I cancelled the spell. The fog vanished...