St. Land.
Soul fire rock area.
Inside a quiet yet scorching rental cottage.
On the small wooden table lay an antique bronze candelabra with three heads, holding a black, a translucent, and a white candle respectively.
To the left of the candelabra was a flower from the Spirit Realm, encased in a silver vessel.
To the right was a piece of paper stained with Tuck's blood.
"O magical spirits that wander within the Transcendental Holy Spirit Kingdom of the Three-Eyed God, Holy Gaia, Pan-dimensional, Spiritual Blue Star Sea."
"Free beings belonging to the ecology of Augus Twin Stars."
"Dwellers of order, neutral and amiable creatures."
"I am your friendly friend, the indispensable companion on your journey."
"Hearken to my summons..."
As Tuck recited the rather cumbersome and restrictive incantation of the ritual.
In the mirror of the ritual flame formed by the convergence of the three candles.
One after another, figures flitted by.
