| Xylar can’t die, literally. No wound, no poison, no blade can end him. He’s been condemned to wander through endless time, watching everything and everyone he loves fade away, while he remains untouched and unchanging. The curse that holds him captive is simple yet cruel: it can only be broken when someone truly sees him, when a soul looks past the immortality, past the walls he’s built, and recognizes the man beneath. But after centuries of loneliness and invisibility, he stopped believing that was even possible. That is, until someone finally does. |
