Sylas turned to his companions. "It's unfortunate that there were only ten knights. Looks like we'll have to handle the demon ourselves."
"…M-My lord, aren't all those holy knights dead right over there?" one of the knights stammered, staring at the mangled bodies in the mist.
"They're fakes. Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you not to believe everything you see?" Sylas clicked his tongue and pointed toward the gruesome corpses.
"How could a mere succubus tear people apart like that? It might kill through fear or emotional torment, but not like this."
"Then what are we looking at?" another knight asked, still skeptical.
"An illusion. The faces might be based on real people, but what you're seeing is a fabrication. If the demon's showing us this, the real ones are likely in a safe zone somewhere," Sylas explained calmly.
