Sylvan's eyes, filled with a mixture of determination and desperation, met hers as he replied, "I don't want to be trapped here forever."
His voice, though steady, carried an undertone of urgency, hinting at the gravity of the situation they found themselves in.
Akuna, though she couldn't help but feel a flicker of empathy for Sylvan's plight, resolutely ignored his words.
Deep down, she knew that his ultimate fear, the terror of being trapped without a soul keeper, mirrored her own.
It was a dreadful prospect, akin to a slow, agonizing demise. Yet, acknowledging this vulnerability to a demon she barely knew was out of the question.
Silently, with an air of determination, she hoisted Xylon's limp body over her shoulder and began the arduous journey to the nearby pond.
Every step felt heavier than the last, her heart pounding in tandem with Xylon's weakening pulse.
There was an inescapable tether that tethered her hands, preventing her from reaching out to Eva for aid.
