Eva heard every word that slipped from Xylon's lips, though she didn't fully understand the horrific details of what he had just ordered Sylvan to do.
But she knew—deep down—that Sylvan, being a demon, wielded terrifying powers.
She opened her eyes slightly, struggling to stay conscious, her body still wracked with exhaustion.
Her gaze fell on Xylon. She knew, after everything that had transpired in front of Sylvan, Iclyn, and X, that Xylon's actions moving forward would be even more severe, even more unhinged.
A fear she hadn't fully grasped until now curled deep in her chest.
Her breath hitched as she bit her lower lip, trying to gather the strength to speak. "What... what happened here?" she whispered, her voice weak and barely audible.
Xylon's reaction was unsettling. His lips curled into the most twisted smile, one that sent a shiver down her spine.
His gaze was cold, almost manic, as he looked down at her, speaking with a tone that dripped with grim satisfaction.
