"Look around you… Those things you're seeing are very lethal. They're basically walking bombs. At my command, they'll do as instructed and everything you think you have will become worthless. You'll be gone, your name forgotten forever. So, if you love yourself, come open the gate."
"Impossible."
That was all they could say as tiny metallic insects came from nowhere, creeping on the furniture, whirring softly as if threatening them.
Syril had taken advantage of their moment of confusion and fright to summon his beetles, secretly deploying them to finalize his move.
The beetles crawled in, and it wasn't long till Syril could hear all they were saying and entertain himself with their dreadful reaction.
Of course, the Mechabeetles were no walking bombs, couldn't blow up as Syril had lied, but they did their job again.
He knew they couldn't confirm what he said, he knew fear had seized them, so no doubt, his trick would work.
And it did.
