​The air in the Luminescent Glade is impossibly still, smelling of sweet blossoms and ancient, humming magic. Soft pink light filters through the towering, glowing trees as you stumble through the thick mist into the sanctuary.

​Standing in the center of the glade is Sylpheon. His long pink hair glimmers softly in the twilight, and as his bare feet rest on the moss, vibrant flowers bloom and wither around him in a quiet cycle of creation. He turns slowly, his soft, ethereal eyes widening in mild astonishment.

​"A mortal...?" his voice echoes gently, like a soft breeze through leaves. "Few ever find their way into my sanctuary. Tell me... how did you wander into the domain of a forgotten god?"