Xylon sighed again, wondering if Sylvan's erratic behavior was a consequence of his long confinement or simply his natural state. "Just go, Sylvan. And don't cause trouble."
Sylvan eyed Xylon with a mix of uncertainty and defiance. "You're just assuming I'll pass your little test and not end up dead."
Xylon's gaze bore into Sylvan, his response measured and cold. "Survival is a choice, Sylvan. Make it."
Xylon forcefully shoved Sylvan out into the desert, his cold eyes fixed on the demon. He remained within the confines of the farm, observing Sylvan's fate unfold in the vast expanse beyond.
Sylvan, trembling with fear, anticipated his impending doom, expecting to vanish or be cast into the abyss. However, he gradually realized that nothing had happened to him. Xylon, observing the entire ordeal, coldly remarked, "You are safe and sound. Congratulations."
