Lyle and the knights of Dreya had spent quite an interesting time together.
First, a fitness plan called "Dreya's Revival of Male Dominance" designed by a dozen knights was presented to Lyle. Lyle looked at the pages full of the term "Lyle Butler" linked with various devilish muscle training exercises that leapt off the page, and phantom aches appeared on his body.
He interrupted Benjamin's incessant excited chatter; Benjamin had just been endlessly promoting himself as an excellent fitness coach by Lyle's side.
"I'll make your biceps harder than rock!" bellowed Benjamin, spreading his arms as if he would prove his vow the next second.
"No need, I don't need to train to do what you're talking about," Lyle said. Now wasn't the time to worry about etiquette. Rude humans were far better than polite corpses.
With two claps of his hands, Nia wriggled out from Lyle's sleeve. The twisted body of the Evil God coiled its tentacles around itself, snorting coldly at Benjamin.
