The silence stretched across the massive pit.
Thousands of demons held their collective breath as Jack's crimson gaze remained locked on the single slave pressed against the barrier separating workers from guards.
Tarvek felt that stare boring into him with the same intensity as before, when those eyes had been yellow instead of red, when he'd been certain he was about to die in a pit like trash.
His body trembled despite his desperate attempts to stay still, to become invisible, to somehow escape notice.
But escape was impossible.
Jack raised one hand and pointed directly at Tarvek, the gesture unmistakable despite the distance between the elevated platform and the pit floor.
"You," the Soul Warden's monotone voice carried across the space with surprising clarity. "Come here."
