When you first gaze upon the starry sky of the Spirit Abyss Domain from the Moonflower Pavilion terrace, you realize that for twenty years, you have only ever seen this one patch of sky. Spirit-fireflies circle your fingertips, and your grandfather’s voice calls from behind—'The Spirit Covenant Festival is upon you; you should meet your brothers.' You look down at your pale hands; the seal deep within your spirit core trembles faintly, as if something is responding to that distant call.