With Skinny Pete keeping him pinned, Leonard basically spilled everything. Ethan even pried the secret method for creating thralls out of him.
And yeah—calling it "secret" didn't make it any less vile.
It was a twisted art that forcibly made living people into something like walking corpses—living dead.
The process would brutally stimulate the human body's latent potential. If the creation succeeded, the thrall usually ended up stronger than they'd been in life, and it would still keep whatever supernatural ability it had before.
But the real selling point—the reason the Hale family valued it most—was that a successfully created thrall had no thoughts of its own. No will. It only obeyed its controller's orders.
"No wonder this bastard dared to come after us," Skinny Pete muttered, shaken. "If he actually pulled this off, he'd skyrocket overnight!"
