He raised one hand, and the gesture somehow commanded silence despite the chaos.
The shouting died down.
The confused orders stopped.
Even the slaves who'd been trying to use the confusion to rest or escape froze in place.
Jack's flat voice carried across the pit with surprising volume, reaching every corner of the massive space.
"My name is Jakar," he announced, his tone carrying absolute authority despite its emotionless quality. "I am the new demon in charge of the pits."
Silence.
Complete, total silence as thousands of demons processed what they'd just heard.
"Kragoth is dead," Jack continued. "Master Pho has appointed me as his replacement. The slave pits, all of it now falls under my authority."
A guard near the front opened his mouth as if to question this, to demand proof or verification.
