Xylon's anger surged through his veins as he listened to Ferid's horrifying confession. The thought of Eva being subjected to such vile acts filled him with an uncontrollable rage he had never experienced before.
With each word that left Ferid's mouth, Xylon's grip on the sword tightened.
He allowed Ferid to finish speaking, his face twisted with fear. Without a moment's hesitation, Xylon began to enact his revenge. With calculated precision, he inflicted cuts upon Ferid's skin, marking every area that Ferid had dared to touch Eva.
Each stroke of the sword was fueled by his fury, leaving a trail of pain and punishment in its wake.
The room was filled with Ferid's cries of agony, and Xylon felt a grim satisfaction with each wound he inflicted. He wanted Ferid to understand the pain he had caused, to feel the weight of his actions.
