The paladin watched Liam walk to him in utter shock and horror. The man was calmly smiling but that only made it worse. It was the smile of a predator, one who had already closed the trap and was now watching his prey realize it far too late.
"I have to admit," Liam continued, voice smooth, almost amused, "I thought you would have better mental strength than that. Dude, you folded so quickly. I have seen pigs have better mental resistance."
"You are alive." The paladin repeated looking in a daze.
"Ya, no shit, Sherlock. You really do think of me as an insect, don't you? Is that why your mind was so weak that it fell apart so easily? You don't think someone from a trash planet could stand up against someone like you or that bitch?"
The paladin shook his head. "No, this is my priestess punishing me. I will not show weakness to my priestess. This is all just an illusion."
