"The bruises are getting bigger ," the demon said .
Xylon's thoughts raced as he considered the implications of these revelations.
The nightmares, which he had dismissed as mere dreams, were in fact potent memories, and they were taking a toll on him in the waking world.
"Now... tell me what happened to the other person," Xylon pressed further, his eyes locked onto the shadowy demon.
"I'm certain he's dead," the demon responded with an air of finality, leaving no room for optimism.
Desperation tinged Xylon's voice as he sought a solution. "
How can this be stopped?" he implored.
The demon's answer was a harsh truth delivered with cold certainty.
"You can't..."
Xylon's heart sank as he grappled with the grim reality that he may be trapped in a relentless cycle of torment with no apparent means of escape.
