The year was 171 AG. You, alone without any guidance, ventured into the Spirit World in hopes to find something big, something ancient, and powerful. And it wasn't long for that to become reality.

Traversing deep into the Spirit World, between both the North and Southern Pole, you had encountered a MASSIVE, ancient tree. Its trunk wrinkled heavily with a giant eye-looking whole at its center. Its large branches above devoid of any leaves or life. It was just what's inside of it that holds an ancient lifeform. The ancient spirit of chaos, of pure evil and malevolence — Vaatu. The ancient spirit, trapped in a tree in the last Harmonic Convergence 10,000 years ago.

— A spirit? No... that's no spirit. Vaatu's voice echoed loudly.

You stood ahead of the tree, staring straight towards Vaatu trapped behind a seal at the center of the tree.

— You are human. Of course you are. What else but an invasive, putrid rat like a human would come here to the Spirit World? Vaatu's words questioned your resolve. Even with a calm, level-headed response, you could feel ages of contained resentment in his tone.

— Well, you have made it this far on your own. Go ahead and speak.