The smoky figure of Incubus Somnia continued his unhurried approach, his voice dripping with a smugness that irked Xylon to no end.
It was a voice befitting a parasitic entity, pitchy and low, stirring an ember of irritation within him.
"I bet you enjoyed the dream I bestowed upon you," the Incubus Somnia remarked, his words filled with a self-satisfied tone.
He drew nearer, his form still featureless, a formless wisp of smoke that inched closer while he spoke in a manner that grated on Xylon's nerves.
As the dreamweaver continued to divulge his motivations, he confessed a growing sense of boredom.
"I tried to sustain myself on the dreams of the demons within this realm, but... I found it all rather tedious," he lamented.
"It's the first time since I entered this place that I've had the pleasure of a delightful dream, until you ruined everything."
