After a day of toil and danger in the moonlight garden, Kai's collection of 300 stacks of the elusive grass weighed heavily in his satchel—not just in physical heft, but in the burden of unmet expectations. Each stack, a mere whisper of the fortune he had envisioned, would translate to only one peak grade spirit stone.
Undaunted, Kai set his sights on the twin peaks marked on his weathered map, rumored havens of the precious flora. Yet, the reality was a harsh mistress; the yield was scant, a mere 150 stacks from each mountain's unforgiving slopes. The guardians of these natural treasures, beasts of formidable might, stood as living barriers, their very presence a testament to the task's daunting nature.
