The black gate shuddered and twisted then soundlessly flowed down like liquid, disappearing into the ground. Beyond where the gate was standing was a gaping hole. And that hole leads to another place.
Belialthorn sent his awareness out but he saw nothing. He looked at his companion, their face illuminated by the burning touches on the wall. "That is leading somewhere."
"Where?" Rota asked. "I doubt it's the crypt."
"I don't think so too. Maybe we've been transported to another place entirely." Belialthorn sniffed but he couldn't smell anything beyond.
"Maybe we aren't even on Earth," Alaric said.
No one said anything to that. The last time anything passed into or out of Earth was the day monsters and Demons entered this world. At least, according to history.
"We'll have to go in." Belialthorn declared. He straightened and looked at the rest.
