Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the forest, the ground trembled faintly as molten lava oozed up from the earth, cascading in glowing streams before hardening upon contact with the cold surface. The forest was eerily silent save for the occasional crackle of cooling magma, a stark contrast to the vibrant life usually teeming in the area.
An adventurer strolled through the forest, his eyes scanning the terrain with practiced precision. He moved with the ease of someone who had long mastered the art of survival. His dark green cloak, tattered but sturdy, flowed behind him as he muttered to himself.
"Tsk, where's that herb Mimi mentioned…" he grumbled, kicking aside a rock that was in his path.
