"You want me to end you all,"
Iclyn's eyes darted around the place, searching for the source of the voice, her earlier bravado now replaced by a sense of unease.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice quivering slightly despite her attempts to sound confident.
But there was no response, only the echoing silence that seemed to stretch on indefinitely.
The attackers exchanged nervous glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes as they realized they were no longer in control of the situation.
Suddenly, a figure materialized from the shadows.
Eva's heart leaped with recognition. It was Xylon's voice, she was sure of it. Without hesitation, she called out into the void, her voice trembling but filled with hope.
"Xylon? Is that you?" she called, her voice echoing off the burned walls of the cabin.
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing and the crackling embers of the extinguished flames.
