'Powers meet to remedy the heavenly bruise that has appeared across the land. On the plutonic shore, deep beneath the surface, a wolvish agent readily greets our nebulae protagonist, cosmic bassinet looming, ESP device sparking. Far from loam and spirit, hours beyond formal decay, our party conjoins in the cracked fortress of a spectral three-eyed queen to discuss divine symbolic ventures, the overture of the helm wind and why they even began the game in the first place.'
