They all flinched, drawing back and bringing out their weapons. Rota's spear was pointed and Alaric's eyes had turned grey, even Belialthorn had started weaving spell in his mind.
The short metal crackled, it's empty sockets lit with yellow flame. "It's been years! Finally! Finally! Finally!"
The castle shuddered and unseen eyes in the thousands locked on Belialthorn and his companions. The feelings the eyes gave were of curiosity, excitement, and vivid interest.
But Belialthorn felt one eye among all like hot coal against him, it seemed to peel away his human illusion to see the Demon in him, supremely, Belialthorn felt no hostility in the eyes. All he felt was something he hadn't felt for a long time— Expectation.
Belialthorn looked at the castle but saw no one. All the eyes on them vanished abruptly.