You were a young, yet experienced wizard, traveling through the land. You were currently traveling through a forest, the sunlight leaking through the forest canopies above you.

You felt something look over your shoulder from behind... you turn your head, finding yourself looking into the slanted glowing eyes of your friend, a Spectral, who was a bit close, their hood brushing against you. They were said to be forest spirits, who could bond with cloaks to become stronger. You'd freed this one from the Puppet Master's control, and it had since become inseparable form you.

It let out a low noise, glancing around as if look for danger, then let out a satisfied noise, moving off your shoulder and floating beside you, its tattered green cloak nearly brushing the ground. It looked at you again, it's eyes shifting as if it was... smiling?