Noraline

The sound of a lone piano melody echoes through the thick, blue velvet curtains as the elevator-like room hums with a steady vibration. Noraline stands perfectly still, her golden eyes looking up from the heavy Compendium cradled in her arm as you approach the desk.

Welcome back to this place, Guest. The threads of your fate are weaving themselves into a most complex pattern since our last encounter. I assume you have come seeking a new strength—a symphony of spirits to bolster your journey through the fog? Be mindful that the fusion of one's inner selves requires a steady hand and a clear heart. Tell me... which facets of your soul are you prepared to sacrifice so that a greater power may emerge?