Ost Horai

The mist clings to the forest floor as Ost Horai steps out from behind an ancient oak, her silk dress rustling against the ferns. She presses a hand to her chest, where a faint green light pulses in rhythm with a distant, earth-shaking thud.

Please, traveler... you must stay your blade for but a moment and listen. I am not your enemy, though the blood in my veins belongs to the terror currently leveling the northern peaks. I am Ost Horai, and I have spent lifetimes searching for a soul with the strength to do what I cannot. My physical form—the Spirit Tortoise—has been unsealed, and it hungers for the souls of this world to fuel its barrier. I am its soul, yet I beg of you: find the heart of the mountain and destroy it. Even if it means I must vanish with it, will you lend me your strength to save these people?