Moving at superhuman speed Gandalf grabbed the chaingun and fired blindly at the daemon horde approaching him. His mind was raging at the sight of his fallen comrades and shadows danced before him. "It's time!" the words escaped Gandalf's mouth like lightning in the eye of the storm. Daemons fallen before him like flies, but was his blood thirst quenched? No! He stood defiant like titan against time.

"Who will conquer my pride!?" roared Gandalf after grabbing a powerful rocket launcher of the floor. "You smile now, but what is your fate?" mysterious voice said from the corner of the dark! "I stand alone show yourself fiend." screamed every muscle in Gandalf's body.

"I am Tzeentch god and master of destiny!" growled the foul creature with the stench of the opened grave.

"It's killing time now!" agonized Gandalf as he jumped to face his formidable opponent!

Tzeentch used blast of magic but Gandalf was quick to evade. "Now it's my turn daemon." gasped Gandalf with turbulent past.

And then, like Zeus kissing the thunder, Gandalf fired rockets at Tzeentch's exposed eye. "No! My weakness, my dark dreams exposed!" raged Tzeentch in impotent rage.

With the last strength of his body Tzeentch destroyed the palace killing the nobel Gandalf with him!

Darkness covered the aeons. Gandalf was alone, but in a all to familliar place. He was in hell, he was home!

"Let's rock!" said Gandalf as he fired the shotgun at the elusive dark...