Xylon's weakened form emerged from the portal, his steps faltering as he left a gruesome trail of blood behind him.
His typically composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by the unmistakable signs of distress and physical exhaustion.
He knew that pretending to be unaffected was a luxury he couldn't afford at this moment.
As he stumbled toward the tranquil pond, its once clear waters now tainted with his life's essence, Akuna, the guardian of this sacred place, sensed his presence and appeared in an instant.
Her form shimmered with concern as she took in the dire state of her master.
"What has happened to you, Master?" Akuna's voice trembled with worry, her usually serene countenance marred by the sight of his suffering.
She extended her arms, a watery embrace ready to cradle him as he seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Xylon's breath was labored, and his voice was strained as he managed to speak, "I... had a …."