He-man's powerful muscles strained against the wooden dowels that held him fast to the ancient rack. The darkness of Snake Mountain's depths seemed to press in on him, making his already racing heart pound with increased urgency. The tables behind Evil Lyn held trays of sinister-looking instruments: syringes, and rod-shaped objects that seemed designed for torture. Evil Lyn's eyes gleamed with malevolent delight as she surveyed He-man's physique. \Ah, the mighty warrior,\ she cooed, her voice dripping with cruel intent. \I've always wanted to know what lies beneath that imposing exterior.\ She summoned a towering figure, Zeb, who loomed over her like a specter. \Begin your interrogation,\ she commanded. \Find out what He-man knows, and what weaknesses he may possess.\ Zeb's massive hand reached out, and He-man steeled himself for the terrible truth that was to come.