As the skyer pleaded for mercy and expressed his intent to heal his injured brother, Xylon, conflicted by the revelation of their potential familial connection, just didn't care when he saw the skyer escape with his brother.
The skyer, seizing the opportunity, swiftly gathered his wounded sibling and made a hasty retreat from the scene.
"Listen and comprehend, pathetic creature," Xylon's voice cut through the air like a blade.
His eyes, devoid of empathy, locked onto the retreating skyer. "If you dare to return, you'll find no mercy here. Balthyrov doesn't give a damn about your pitiful rituals or your misguided dreams of power.
Your mother's fantasies have led you astray, and returning will only bring you more suffering.
Be Gone and never cross my path again, for your futile pursuits are nothing but a source of irritation."
The warning lingered in the morning air.
