Wait.
His soldiers didn't have scales. And none of them had yellow eyes that glowed like burning sulfur.
"You know what you should do?" the figure continued, completely ignoring Kragoth's sudden realization.
"You should challenge him directly. Make it clear that you're not afraid. Show him that the Pit Master of the Black Ice Castle isn't some grunt he can push around. I bet if you called him out right now, he'd be too scared to even show his face."
"I... yes..." Kragoth's voice came out strangled, his mind finally catching up to what was happening. "I would... I'd..."
The figure turned to look at him directly, those yellow eyes meeting Kragoth's small piggish ones with an expression that might have been amusement.
"You'd what, Kragoth?"
The Pit Master's blood turned to ice.
That voice. Those eyes.
'The yellow-eyed demon.'
