The two Silver Knights were paralyzed with fear, unable to comprehend the sudden transformation of the man before them into the infamous Grand Knight, Lyle. It was as if a shadow had enveloped them, and the realization struck them hard that they were dealing with forces beyond their understanding.
Lyle leaned back against a wooden support beam, his eyes studying the fear etched on the faces of the Silver Knights. "No need for formalities. I know you were sent to gather information about us. Who sent you, and what do they want to know?"
The two Silver Knights were still not moving, they even stopped breathing and were simply staring at Lyle who sighed.
"I guess I'll have to get the information the hard way."
Fifteen minutes and a whole lot of screaming and begging later, Lyle exited the shack with a smirk on his face as the blood that trickled down his chin floated up by itself and went inside his mouth.
