Gripping the hilt of the dark, energy-infused sword, he yanked it from X's body with a brutal force.
Blood spattered heavily onto the floor, the metallic scent mingling with the cold stone of the tower.
X's eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as he felt the sword's removal.
Despite his evident pain, he managed a wicked grin and laughed, the sound a harsh rasp of agony mixed with dark amusement.
"Oh… my beloved little sister is here," X taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Can you make sure I get a good kiss from her? I feel tempted to have one now!"
His mocking tone was a deliberate provocation, designed to taunt and torment Xylon further.
The sight of Eva struggling to cling to life, so close yet so vulnerable, only intensified X's sadistic pleasure.
He seemed to take a perverse joy in the torment he was inflicting, even in his own weakened state.
