Kragoth studied the scene in silence. His experienced eyes took in the details. The way the body had been torn apart. The angle of the cuts. The distribution of the remains.
"This wasn't a brawl," he rumbled. "This was an execution."
"Yes, sir." The captain's voice shook slightly. "The slaves are saying it was the yellow-eyed demon."
Kragoth's head snapped toward the captain. "Say that again."
"The yellow-eyed demon, sir. The one from the rumors. They're saying he's real. That he's here. That he killed Malketh and then vanished into thin air."
The Pit Master's jaw clenched so hard his teeth grinded together audibly. He turned his gaze on the nearest slaves, his small eyes finding Tarvek almost immediately.
"You," Kragoth said, pointing at Tarvek with one massive finger. "You witnessed this."
It wasn't a question. Tarvek felt his blood turn to ice, colder than anything the pit could produce.
