A wave of invigorating energy washed over Typhania as she emerged from the pool. Her soul form shimmered brighter, the blessing of the Mystical White Beast coursing through her very essence. But the respite was brief. Before her, a shimmering portal crackled into existence, its edges swirling with an ominous violet hue.
"This," the booming voice of the Mystical White Beast resonated, "is the first test of your resolve. Beyond this portal lies a manifestation of darkness, a reflection of the very evil you seek to combat. Defeat it, and the path to a contract shall be open. But be warned, child, your success hinges not only on your skill but also on your luck."
Typhania understood. This wasn't just a test of power; it was a test of her spirit, her ability to persevere against the encroaching darkness. Steeling her resolve, she nodded curtly.
