As the fighters closed in, their weapons drawn and their resolve steeling against the impending threat, Xylon's expression twisted into something truly monstrous.
"You've given me an opportunity," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "An opportunity to unleash my wrath upon you."
Without warning, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and predatory. The chains groaned and protested against his onslaught, but X cared not for their resistance.
His resolve was unyielding, his determination unshakeable.
"For Eva," he repeated, his voice a savage mantra that echoed through the darkness. "he did it …for her ."
As time passed in the desolate chamber, Xylon's arrival shattered the oppressive silence like a thunderclap.
Flames danced in a mesmerizing ballet around him, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
With each step, the firelight painted an ethereal glow upon his features, illuminating his visage with an otherworldly brilliance.
