As Xylon stepped into Ferid's room, the bodies of the four guards were lifeless behind him.
The scent of blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the guards he had just dispatched.
Xylon's grip on his bloodied sword tightened, his knuckles turning white.
Anger and determination burned within him, fueled by what his sister had endured.
As Xylon entered Ferid's room, he was met with a scene that both disgusted and infuriated him.
Ferid lay on the bed, completely naked, his eyes fixated on a lewd display unfolding before him.
The room was filled with the sounds of moans and heavy breathing, overshadowing the seriousness of their confrontation.
A man, oblivious to Xylon's presence, was engrossed in his own pleasure, thrusting vigorously into a young woman who was equally lost in the act.
The atmosphere was thick with lust and depravity, a stark contrast to the gravity of their surroundings.