Deep within the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight rarely touched and the air was thick with mystery, Kaito ventured with a sense of purpose. As he moved silently through the undergrowth, Kaito's eyes fell upon an ancient oak tree. He spotted a glimmer, a faint and mysterious light that beckoned to him.

Approaching with caution, he reached down and unearthed a centuries-old urn. He felt a pulse of magic, ancient and potent

"Tell me...what kind of secrets do you keep little urn?"