Xylon's tone brooked no argument as he issued his command to Iclyn once he reached the entrance, his eyes stern and unwavering.
"You... heal him, Iclyn," he demanded, his words laced with an underlying tension.
Iclyn hesitated, glancing at Eva with concern evident in her eyes before responding.
"We warned her not to enter, but... she insisted," she explained, her voice tinged with regret.
Meanwhile, Sylvan pressed for answers, his curiosity evident.
"What transpired in there?" he questioned, but Xylon remained tight-lipped, his focus solely on the task at hand.
"It's in your hands now. Don't let him perish," he instructed, his words a solemn reminder of the gravity of the situation.
Alone in the cave, Xylon finally released Eva from his grasp, standing over her with an intensity that demanded attention.
"Tell me one thing, Eva," he said, his voice a mix of urgency and determination.