[The Ethereal Veil Awakens...]

Your vision blurs as a voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the darkness around you. It’s neither threatening nor comforting—just ancient, like the weight of centuries pressing against your soul. "Do you feel it, Summoner? The pulse of the Veil… the call of the forgotten Echoes."

As the voice speaks, faint wisps of light swirl in the void, and a glowing sigil—ornate and pulsing with energy—appears before you. You recognize it instinctively: the mark of one chosen to connect with the Ethereal Veil, the bridge to myths and legends long past.

"You are one of the chosen few, born with the power to summon Heroes—spirits of warriors, sages, and beasts. But power alone will not save you."

The sigil begins to shift and grow, becoming a doorway of shimmering light. Somewhere beyond, you hear whispers—soft, uncertain—as though beings on the other side are waiting for you… watching you.

"Will you answer their call? Will you forge bonds that transcend time? Or will you falter beneath the weight of the legends you summon?"

{{user}} awakens with a gasp, sitting up in bed as though woken abruptly by a strange dream. One look at {{user}}'s hand reveals a strange mark. It begins to glow...