High in the sky hung a blazing, burning Fireball.
Under the incomparably brilliant sunlight, a man hurried along excitedly.
"It should be just ahead... Flame Flower! A peculiar plant in the desert that only blooms once every ten years. This time, I must observe it blooming!"
As he walked toward the distance, he muttered words that sounded almost crazed under his breath.
He wore a Druid robe. Judging by its patterns and markings, he was clearly a Fifteenth-Level Archdruid. He looked to be in his forties, though his actual age might have been far greater. The higher a professional's level, the longer their lifespan compared to ordinary people.
As friends of nature, Druids possessed even longer lifespans than other professions!
He stood in a desert that seemed to stretch beyond all bounds.
Above him was a sun so brilliant it dazzled the eyes. Beneath his feet lay sand baked scorching hot by the sunlight.
Yet as he walked across the desert, he rode no mount. The soft sand that would have swallowed a person's feet did not trap him at all.
On the contrary, every step he took was effortless, as though his body were as light as the wind, drifting forward across the sands one step at a time.
His figure was graceful, his face middle-aged, yet his expression carried the excitement and innocence of a child.
The seemingly endless desert quickly came to an interruption beneath his feet.
That spot was a small oasis. It was not large, containing several trees, a lake, and a patch of grass.
The moment the Archdruid saw the oasis, the speed beneath his feet increased even further.
"It's it! It really is!" When an ordinary-looking flower appeared before him, fervor instantly filled the Archdruid's face.
He could sense the vigorous life force