Xylon's smirk widened at X's mention of Arthur, his skepticism palpable in the air. Yet, despite his condition, X remained resolute, his words dripping with determination.
"Arthur Sinclair... the soul keeper before you," he stated firmly.
Xylon's voice brimmed with incredulity as he confronted X's claim.
"How can you possibly claim to know Arthur?" he demanded, his tone laced with skepticism. "Arthur has been confined to the farm within Kazarich for years and he has been dead for years now too . There's no conceivable way you could have crossed paths with him."
X's next words pierced through the tension like a dagger.
"And... I know that inside that body of yours, there is... a demon enjoying the life I should have had," he uttered bitterly.
Xylon froze, his gaze locking with X's intense stare. A wave of unease washed over him, unsettling him to his core.
"Zephyr..." X whispered.
