Amid the dense foliage, the Firefly Festival unfurled, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Magical flowers, shimmering from imbued mana, dotted the lakeside. The lake reflected its petals' glowing. These blossoms held powers, sought for healing, forging, and culinary delights.

In the midst of this spectacle, a drenched figure emerged—Lorien. His recent battle evident in his fatigue. As he treaded along the lake's edge, he noticed an NPC.

"Eh, a side-quest again? Back off."