When those Guardians clad in golden-red armor appeared among the patrol teams in the Holy City of Lokarot, the city's residents had already immersed themselves in the fervor of celebration. The torment of taste brought by the fasting period may not have only affected travelers like Lyle. Those seemingly amiable smiles emanating from the residents, who were cradling cups of wine and basking in a sickly joyous delight, Lyle perceived as including a form of long-suppressed self-release. Regardless of the method, Lokarot had entered into the throes of the Festival of Holy Light.
Whenever they encountered the patrolling Guardians, each reveler would offer them fine wines and foods, as if converting to the Holy Light. The Guardians removed their helmets to fill them with said fare, their exposed faces revealing smiles like everyone else's.
