Sylvan immediately bowed low, a gesture of deference born from both respect and fear of Xylon's formidable power.
With a sense of urgency, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Master, what brings you to this place?" Sylvan inquired, his words carefully chosen to convey both obedience and curiosity.
As Iclyn watched Sylvan bow before Xylon with a mixture of confusion and surprise, a sudden realization washed over her.
She had been acting far too comfortably in the presence of someone whose strength and authority she couldn't fully comprehend.
The shame of her casual demeanor in the face of such power flooded her.
Swallowing hard, she lowered her gaze.
Xylon's focus remained unwavering as he strode past Sylvan and into the depths of the cabin.
With each step, his senses remained on high alert, his mind racing with the need to confirm his suspicions about the other person within.
