He could see the shallow rise and fall of her chest, each breath a painful struggle.
Xylon stood abruptly, a surge of fury propelling him toward X. He approached the bound figure with a grim determination, his eyes blazing with unspoken rage.
Gripping the hilt of the dark, energy-infused sword, he yanked it from X's body with a brutal force.
Blood spattered heavily onto the floor, the metallic scent mingling with the cold stone of the tower.
X's eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as he felt the sword's removal.
Despite his evident pain, he managed a wicked grin and laughed, the sound a harsh rasp of agony mixed with dark amusement.
"Oh… my beloved little sister is here," X taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Can you make sure I get a good kiss from her? I feel tempted to have one now!"
His mocking tone was a
Soraya's frustration boiled over as she muttered under her breath, her words dripping with envy and desire.
