As Xylon stepped outside of that place, a deep sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it a mix of relief and frustration. The events that had unfolded within had left him feeling manipulated and betrayed.
He couldn't help but see Nyxera's actions as a desperate attempt to play him, aided by her accomplices.
One silver lining amidst the turmoil was the newfound possession of a map. It was a tangible guide, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
With each step he took, he held onto the map tightly.
A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps reached his ears from behind. Without even turning to look, Xylon's voice carried a tone of exasperation and disbelief as he addressed the unseen presence.
"This is ridiculous," he uttered, his words laced with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "You know that sinking this low is beneath you, even by your standards."
