With a swift turn, Xylon faced Nyxera, creating a considerable distance between them. Despite the physical separation, his piercing gaze locked onto hers, allowing him to discern every nuance of her expressions.
In a voice that carried a weight of revelation, he spoke the words that had been veiled in secrecy. "Zephyr, the Crimson Devourer."
"Zephyr," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
The moment Xylon uttered the name "Zephyr, the Crimson Devourer," Nyxera's world seemed to shatter around her.
Her lips turned pale, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her gaze dropped to the ground, unable to meet Xylon's penetrating eyes. The weight of his revelation pressed down on her, threatening to pull her into the abyss of her own fears.
As Nyxera stumbled backward, desperately trying to put distance between herself and the truth that had been laid bare, Xylon's determination grew.
