As Iclyn and Sylvan arrived on the scene, they only witnessed the aftermath of Xylon's wrath lay before them.
But while their eyes beheld only the aftermath, Eva's mind was haunted by the vivid horrors she had seen and for an extended amount of time, each gruesome detail etched into her memory with searing clarity.
The images flickered before her mind's eye like a nightmare come to life, each one more grotesque than the last.
She could still hear the agonized screams of the attackers .
Eva's body convulsed with violent tremors as she collapsed to the ground once more.
With each wrenching spasm, her body expelled phantom bile, a futile attempt to purge itself.
But there was nothing left to vomit, nothing but the hollow ache of emptiness that gnawed at her from within.
Her throat burned with the acrid taste of bile .
And as she lay there, gasping for breath, she felt the suffocating weight of despair settle over her like a shroud.