Dearest Pho,
I am the yellow-eyed demon your people have been whispering about. I have killed your Pit Master and sent you this gift as proof.
Kragoth was first on my list. You'll be last.
I'm going to tear your empire apart piece by piece. I'm going to kill everyone you've ever trusted. I'm going to destroy everything you've built over centuries of careful planning.
And when there's nothing left, when you're alone and powerless, I'm going to rip your spine from your body and mount it on your own throne as a reminder of what happens to demons who try to kill me.
Stay frosty.
- The Yellow Eyed Demon
The throne room was silent except for the sound of Pho's breathing, each exhale sending swirls of frost spiraling through the air.
The advisor remained kneeling, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the floor. The guards by the door had gone absolutely still, afraid that any movement might draw their master's attention.
Pho read the note again. Then a third time.
