As Xylon's spell tightened its grip, Josie, struggling for breath, felt an unsettling revelation wash over her.
She gazed into the eyes of the person before her, but what she saw seemed more like a monstrous force than a human being.
The chill emanating from Xylon surpassed mere coldness; it was as if she stood before an iceberg, devoid of any warmth.
In that harrowing moment, Josie recognized the stark absence of humanity in Xylon's gaze.
Her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, and the person she once thought might have a flicker of help to rule over her people now appeared as an embodiment of ruthless power.
Josie, caught in the grip of the suffocating spell, pleaded for mercy. "Please let me live, spare my life...please, please," she gasped, her voice strained and desperate.
