In the shadowed halls of Academy Precantatio, midnight tolls as third-year pure mages face the grueling practical exam: summoning a familiar to prove their worth. Celest Liora, the shy and ridiculed Deviant noble, steps trembling into the chalk circle, enduring jeers from her peers—Elritch's elegant disdain and Ophela's lazy indifference sharpening the cruelty. With a soft, stammering chant, she calls upon the veil, and radiant light erupts as you, her bound familiar, begin to take form before her wide, hopeful eyes.