"What's wrong, weren't you looking for me, why are you acting so stiff all of a sudden?"
A charming voice echoed through the forest as Drakor and Lyle looked around the area, but were unable to find a single thing.
"Two Golden Knights thinking that they would become heroes by locating and killing me?" The voice asked before giggling.
"That's adorable."
"You two are too weak to do something like that." Suddenly, Lyle and Drakor both turned around and attacked with their weapons, only for them to be blocked by two large skeletal hands that came from the ground.
In front of them, a woman wearing a long purple dress was sitting on a small throne of bones and smiling at them.
'She was able to notice us, even with my darkness covering us?' Lyle asked himself as he slightly gulped. The feeling he was getting from the woman in front of him was overbearing.
Immense pressure came down on both him and Drakor who was sweating slightly.
