As the people from the caravan stared apprehensively at Lyle, he wasted no time and released his full aura. The Bronze Knights, as well as those below the realm of knights all stared in shock as sweat started drenching their bodies.
The two Silver Knights appeared, both staring at Lyle with their weapons ready, fully aware that the enemy in front of them was not someone they could fight against. Lyle's aura was only released for a couple of seconds before disappearing, after all, his main objective wasn't to slaughter the entire caravan, like Malak wished he would, but to simply get the 8 who had attacked him last night.
"My lord, may I ask why someone like you is here?" The caravan leader, a middle-aged man with a large mustache, an egg-shaped head that was bald, and a large stomach appeared at the front of the caravan, gulping nervously as he stared at Lyle.