Xylon didn't squander a single moment. With the crystal in hand, he hastened his exit from the abyssal dungeon, his steps echoing in the eerie silence.
As he emerged into the dim light of the abyss's outer chamber, he found Nyxera waiting there, her expression a mélange of anxiety and relief.
"I cleared this dungeon," Xylon stated succinctly, his voice carrying the weight of his recent confrontation with the smoky demon.
Nyxera turned to face him, her eyes filled with worry that had brewed during his absence.
She had remained outside as per Xylon's strict orders, unable to venture into the treacherous depths herself.
A mix of emotions played across Nyxera's face – relief that he had returned unharmed, concern for the dangers he had faced, and the ever-present sense of duty that bound them together in their quest.
Nyxera's heart raced as she heard Xylon's words, her inner turmoil evident in the quiver of her voice.
"Lord, " she said.
