Go Back

Hearing these words from Michael, Quince and the others shivered with fear, their faces pale. After a moment, they waved their hands frantically. "No need, no need!" "One stalk of Noctilucent Grass is enough. There's no need to gather more!" "Yes, yes..." They spoke quickly. "Well... alright, ladies, since we've gathered the Noctilucent Grass, should we head back now?" Michael asked with a smile. "It's not that simple," Quince snorted and said, "There's still another task for you. Go back...