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As Xylon uttered those words, they carried an implicit threat, a sharp warning that hung in the air. 

It was a message aimed at Josie—a reminder that her life and the fate of her followers were precariously balanced on a knife's edge. 

He spoke with an undertone of menace, his voice a chilling embodiment of the consequences that would unfold if her words were anything less than truth.

The full moon illuminated the night sky with an ethereal brilliance, casting a radiant glow over the surroundings. 

Its luminous light allowed Xylon and Josie to see clearly even from a distance.

 The moon's presence was both a blessing and a harbinger of their imminent encounter with the skyers, the creatures for whom they had prepared the gruesome feast.

Josie's experience had been overwhelming from the start. 

Attending to the signal for the first time, she was forced to confront the gruesome reality of their practices.