Xylon knelt beside Eva, his breath uneven as he stared at her pale, unresponsive face.
The spell he'd cast on X worked in the background, slowly draining his strength and neutralizing whatever magic he had used against Eva.
With a heavy heart, Xylon gently leaned in and pressed his lips against Eva's cold cheeks.
The chill of her skin against his warm lips was a stark reminder of how far she was from her usual vibrant self.
Her cheeks, once flush with the warmth of life, felt like ice beneath his touch.
He cupped her face tenderly in his hands, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhaled softly against her skin, trying to impart some warmth.
The contrast between the usual warmth of her skin and its current coldness drove him to a desperate fervor.
He kissed her cheeks repeatedly, each kiss lingering a bit longer than the last.
His lips brushed against her skin with an intensity ..
