At the same time, Xianna received this intelligence as well.
"Kostchtchie's frost giant forces?" Xianna frowned as she listened to her subordinate describe the interloper. "Hasn't he always been holed up in his own Frostfell? Why has he appeared here?"
Regarding Kostchtchie, Malcanthet's followers all shared the same consensus: a toad lusting after swan flesh!
It was not as if Malcanthet had never done that with uglier demon lords before, but those had all been of her own volition. What Malcanthet pursued was all manner of novel sensations and unprecedented pleasure, so she sometimes did things that created an enormous contrast.
Beauty and the beast could be quite exciting, after all.
But that was when Malcanthet wanted it herself, and most of the time, her standards of beauty were fairly normal. (Malcanthet had always found Demogorgon repulsive, since he was even uglier than Kostchtchie.)
Kostchtchie's one-sided infatuation gave Malcanthet not the slightest pleasure. All she felt was profound humiliation, especially since it had all been part of a scheme orchestrated by her nemesis Graz'zt. That made Malcanthet even more displeased.
Thus, Malcanthet naturally had no favorable feelings toward Kostchtchie, the other central figure in the affair. To erase this embarrassing incident, Malcanthet even launched attacks on Frostfell from time to time. Yet in that ice-covered plane, all of her efforts were futile. No one there was a match for the frost giants.
"We don't know. But word has it that Kostchtchie originally intended to personally lead his forces out of Frostfell in full strength to attack Kardum."
Because Kostchtchie held an instinctive hatred for every race other than frost giants, it was extremely difficult for the spies of other demon lords to infiltrate Frostfell and gather intelligence. As a result, there was very little information about this wrathful lord.
"Stop