The underworlder with grey skin whose arms were covered in jagged scale-like rocks met Zach's eyes as he and his familiars approached. But he didn't move even as they stepped onto the edge of the crater.
Zach stopped. He looked the underworlder in the eyes.
"You have a Name, right?" He asked.
"Monolith." Monolith's voice was smooth like marble when he answered.
"Fitting. You're here to stop us from entering the Underworld."
"Yes." A simple answer to a simple non-question.
"Why?"
"..." A simple non-answer to a simple question.
Zach had tried to fish for some kind of information from Monolith with a few questions. But the underworlder's lips had barely moved when he talked. His stony face didn't reveal anything about the Underworld's plans. It was like prying information out of a stone.
It would be easier to beat him up and get him out of the way.
