Even with his cracked skull that had holes and lines running all over it, Leon was still intimidating in every way. His empty eye sockets that radiated lingering killing intent fixated on the huddled ex-slaves in the corner, and he took a step forward.
"P-please spare us!" A young woman that looked to be in her mid twenties from what Leon could tell, jumped forward and prostrated on the floor before Leon, pleading for their lives.
Leon looked at the woman tiredly. "Why should I spare your lives when I can just kill you all and spare myself the stress?"
"B-because... We can be loyal servants! We will not act against your will!" She cried and banged her head against the ground.
'Wow, Grokus really broke their spines. They are completely subservient.' Leon thought to himself.
"My summons are loyal servants."
"..."
They did not know what to say, and the woman remained on the ground, trembling, with her head bowed down.
