Xylon confronted Groodal with dark intent in his eyes. To him, Groodal was nothing more than a tool in the past and also now ..
As the battle raged on, Xylon couldn't help but notice Nyxera's expression.
Her face contorted with pain and terror, but she obeyed his commands without question.
It was a stark departure from the past 18 years of his existence as a human .
In those years, he had often felt like an outsider, a mere shadow of his former self, constantly grappling with his diminished powers and status.
But now, as Groodal threatened their very lives, he relished the sight of Nyxera's unwavering obedience.
It was a reminder of the respect he once commanded among his fellow demons, and it fueled his determination to ascend back to that throne of power.
With an air of grim resolve, Xylon tapped into the deep well of his dark knowledge.
Amidst the chaotic clash with Groodal, the colossal rock demon made his move.
