Xylon stormed out of the cave, his fury mounting with every step.
"Bloody hell," he seethed, his voice laced with anger. "I can't believe she didn't heal her."
Each word dripped with frustration as he cursed under his breath. "What's the point of having magic if you won't use it when it counts? this is just ridiculous!"
His fingers clenched tightly at Eva's body as he struggled to contain his rage at Iclyn.
"I'll deal with her later," he muttered darkly..
When he finally looked at the sky, he noticed that night had descended upon the land, casting a cloak of darkness over the world.
Despite his initial anger at Iclyn, he begrudgingly acknowledged her strength later on .
He knew that if she claimed that Eva's ailment was beyond the reach of magical healing remedies, then there was only one recourse left: to return to the farm.
There, amidst the power of the pound, lay the last hope for Eva's healing.
