Xylon's calm demeanor remained steadfast as he approached X, his mind calculating the possibilities with a cool detachment.
Despite the apparent severity of X's condition, Xylon couldn't shake the suspicion that it was merely another ploy, another layer of deception in their intricate dance of secrets.
There was no hint of concern as he assessed the situation with a critical eye.
"Enough games, X," Xylon's voice cut through the stillness, firm and unwavering. "I know you're not as weak as you pretend to be. What are you hiding?"
As X lay dying in front of Xylon, his breaths growing fainter with each passing moment, Xylon's mind raced with thoughts of Arthur's nefarious plans.
Xylon shook X's body, hoping to rouse him from the brink of unconsciousness. Despite his efforts, X remained unresponsive, his breathing shallow and labored.
Before Xylon could resort to more drastic measures to rouse X from his stupor, he detected the sound of footsteps behind him.
