The cold wind bit at Xavier and Luna as they emerged from the cavern, their steps heavy and cautious. The darkness within the cavern still lingered in the air, and the weight of what had just transpired clung to their shoulders. Though Xavier had triumphed in the battle, the unease of *Anathema's* curse still lingered in his mind. His victory over the armored figure was significant, but he knew it was only the beginning of his fight.
The wind howled as they continued to trudge through the frozen wasteland, heading back toward the distant mountains. Luna walked beside Xavier in silence, her eyes scanning the horizon. Her spear, though held loosely, remained at the ready. She knew as well as he did that danger was never far away.
"What happened back there?" Luna finally asked, breaking the silence. "I've seen you fight before, but that was different. The sword… it didn't feel like it was fighting you anymore."
