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At this moment, every single demon in the village square stood paralyzed, ensnared in shock and disbelief.
Whether it was the villagers, the guards, or members of Lilith's secret organization — even Xylen himself… they all gawked as though their very minds had ruptured.
This is most especially the villagers... their eyes stretched wide, their jaws unhinged, and their faces drained of all color as if they had just witnessed the wakening of a long-buried corpse.
They remained rooted in place, staring at Xylen, who should still be lying in a coma.
Xylen, on the other hand, sat in a daze, his chest rising and falling like a war drum, his fingers slightly trembling around the Rusthorn Blade.
He stared at Kaelrik, his pulse thundering in his ears, drowning out everything else.
