As Xylon looked around him this time, he could see nothing but an endless expanse of sand stretching out in all directions.
The sky was a pale yellow color, and the sun beat down mercilessly upon him, making him feel as though he was baking under an invisible oven.
The air was thick with dust and grit, and every breath he took felt like a mouthful of sand and lava.
Xylon was frustrated and disappointed. This was not what he had expected at all. He had been hoping to arrive at a place that was at least somewhat hospitable, where he could find food, water, and shelter.
Instead, he found himself in a barren wasteland, with nothing but sand and heat for company.
"Those fucking bastards threw me in the desert instead of taking me to the farm" He muttered .
As he walked through the desert, Xylon couldn't help but compare it to the other deserts he had encountered in the demonic world. He had seen deserts that were just as hot and inhospitable, but they had always been teeming with life.
"This is worse than the desert of the damned," Xylon muttered to himself, recalling the many arid wastelands he had traversed during his time in the demonic world. "At least there was some life there, even if it was twisted and corrupted."
He longed for the green and lush farm he had heard about, hoping it would be his salvation in this lifeless desert.
Xylon remembered a desert he used to live in for a few times in the demonic world. It was called the "Desert of dark fire . The sand was black and hot to the touch, and the air was thick with sulfur and ash. The sky was always a dark red, and the sun never seemed to set.
The creatures that lived there were even more terrifying than the environment. Giant scorpions with tails made of flames roamed the dunes, and packs of vicious hyenas with razor-sharp teeth hunted in packs. The plants were twisted and gnarled, with thorns as long as a man's arm.
In those deserts, he had seen fierce predators stalking their prey, cacti blooming with colorful flowers, and even the occasional oasis where he could rest and recover.
But here in Kazarich, there was nothing but silence and emptiness. It was as if the entire world had been drained of all its vitality, leaving behind only a desolate wasteland.
He gazed around, taking in the vast expanse of barren land that stretched out as far as his eyes could see. He could feel the scorching sun beating down on his bare skin, mercilessly dehydrating him.
In a desperate attempt to cool himself, he tore off his shirt, exposing his sweat-drenched body to the searing heat. The hot sand burned his bare feet as he stumbled forward, his throat dry and parched.
Though he had no idea where he was going, he knew that he had to keep moving, to find a way out of this godforsaken place.
With every step he took, he felt his energy fading away, his legs growing heavy, and his breaths becoming shallower. But still, he persevered, walking on the burning sand, his eyes fixed on the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything that might lead him to his destination.
As Xylon trudged through the arid desert, his parched throat begged for a sip of cool water. The scorching sun beat down mercilessly upon him, leaving his skin dry and cracked. He stumbled to a stop and muttered, "Water...water...I just need a few drops of water."
Desperate for relief, he attempted to cast a spell to conjure up some water, but to his dismay, nothing happened.
He realized that it was likely a consequence of his extreme exhaustion.
Despite the intense heat and his body's fatigue, Xylon refused to surrender to the unforgiving environment around him. He knew that the only way to survive was to keep moving, to keep searching for any source of sustenance or shelter that might appear on the horizon.
But his frustration quickly turned into anger as he thought about the people who had led him to this desolate place.
"This is what I get...this is how I ended up like a dead animal in the desert. These fucking people are going to pay so hard for messing with an almighty demon like me," he spat on the ground.
As he continued his journey, Xylon's spirits lifted when he saw something in the distance. At first, he couldn't quite make out what it was, but as he drew closer, he realized that it was a farm, an oasis in the midst of the barren landscape.
"What the hell...it really looks like Eden in this place," he marveled, surprised by the verdant fields that stood out in stark contrast to the lifeless desert.
As Xylon approached the farm, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had been wandering in the lifeless desert for so long that he almost forgot what it felt like to see something alive.
The farm was surrounded by high wooden fences that were sturdy and well-maintained.
Xylon could see that the fences were designed to keep something out, or perhaps to keep something in.
The planks were dark and polished, and they extended for what seemed like miles in each direction. He could feel the heat radiating off of them, and he could smell the scent of dry wood and dust.
Beyond the fences, he could see the fields of crops that were thriving in the midst of the desert. The sight was a stark contrast to the barren, lifeless land that surrounded it.
There were rows of tall, green stalks that he didn't recognize, and smaller plants with wide leaves and bright flowers.
He could see small irrigation ditches running between the rows, bringing water to the plants.
He could see small enclosures for livestock, with bales of hay and water troughs. It was a small oasis of life in the middle of the desert, and it filled Xylon with a sense of hope that he had not felt since he arrived in this dead place.
"Here I am, Farm, welcome your new master " he said sarcastically.