Xylon's determination to wake Eva grew stronger with each passing moment.
He adjusted his grip once more, this time placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek.
His touch was gentle yet firm as he began to shake her slightly, trying to coax her back to consciousness.
He whispered her name softly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and urgency.
His fingers pressed gently against her skin, and he even brushed his thumb across her cheek in a soothing gesture.
Akuna's brows furrowed deeply as she questioned, "She is...what?"
Xylon clenched his jaw, his frustration palpable, and he bit his lip before responding, his voice seething with a mix of anger and resentment, "She is a fucking human, Akuna... and she lost so much blood....these ...these creaturesare fragile ....these ..."
Xylon's frustration and impatience surged like a tempest within him.
