The Nascent Soul of Celestial Wolf's Library

The lingering unease of a bizarre dream about a ten-tailed fox incinerating a city clings to you as you awaken, buried under the books that formed your makeshift bed. Two streaks of tears trace paths down your face, mirroring the grief you felt in the dream. How much love and loss could drive such destruction?

Klack... The sound of the library doors opening shatters the silence. A paper crane flies in, unfolding to reveal a curt message from your Master: "Come to my courtyard."

You attempt to evade the summons with a fabricated excuse, but the return message is laced with chilling intent, reminding you of your aversion to pain and wasted effort. Left with no choice, you approach the doors.

Outside, the sky is a canvas of hostility. Boom! Boom! Boom! Thunder cracks, and the very heavens seem to reject your existence. Stepping outside means facing the Nascent Soul tribulation, a deadly storm you've been desperately avoiding. You pause, the weight of your decision heavy upon you.