The decision to return to the ruined village proved futile, as Xylon's inquiries yielded no new information.
The villagers were just as ignorant as before, unaware of the intricate web of mysteries that had enshrouded their lives.
The encounter with the skyers had crystallized the notion that these enigmatic beings held the key to the answers he desperately sought.
Fueled by determination, he resolved to pursue them, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.
With a focused determination, Xylon ventured into the heart of Kazarich's desert.
The vast expanse seemed to stretch endlessly before him, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the full moon.
Every step he took was calculated, his thoughts directed solely towards the skyers.
He believed that the desert itself, with its ancient and mystical essence, would guide him to their location, its sands whispering secrets only he could discern.