The following day arrived, and Xylon was fully engrossed in the tasks that consumed his days on the farm for the past 2 weeks.
He had a purpose that demanded his unwavering attention: the cultivation of the crystals.
These peculiar artifacts, collected from the treacherous depths of the abyss, held a mystical allure and a potential untapped power that fascinated him.
As he toiled under the sun's unrelenting gaze, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.
Each crystal held a story of its own, a testament to his battles and victories against the demons that lurked in the abyss.
Today, his focus was on the incubus somnia crystal. It had been a week since he had planted it, and he did that using new techniques ..
His expertise had grown over time, he sought to infuse a portion of his own energy into the crystal as he planted it .
