There was little doubt in Xuan’s mind that the man in yellow was Ivan, the Salesman of Death.
Gohvis, the right hand of Dozer. And Ivan, the right hand of Morgunov. What they were both doing here, Xuan had no idea, but he could feel the whole room change, somehow. Possibly the whole castle. It was like there was some sort of wall all around them, encompassing everyone. Trapping them. Judging from the soul, it was the Salesman’s doing.
It didn’t matter for Xuan so much. He and Duvoss weren’t about to get up and run away. The children, though...
Xuan had to do something. He pressed his palm against the floor, but he still didn’t have the strength to even push himself onto his knees.
Ivan stepped closer to Gohvis. “I believe I asked you not to interfere,” he said. “And yet, here I find you, punching my men--quite literally--into a different time zone. Do you know how annoying that is? Being lied to by your friend?”
The Monster returned a low-toned growl, and for the first time, his lipless, nearly invisible mouth opened. “Release me. Before I release myself.” He spoke with two voices, though they sounded a bit strange, perhaps because one was so inhumanly deep.
“Why? Are you afraid the blowback will harm these nice people here? I presume that is why you--”
“No.” And the Monster disappeared into thin air, only to reappear a few steps over with his huge hand wrapped around the yellow man’s throat.
“Ha.” A blue glow engulfed the Salesman’s neck and loosened the Monster’s grip, allowing Ivan to step back. “One day, you will have to explain to me how you do that.”
“Stay out of my way,” the Monster said.
“Stay out of mine,” the Salesman said.