You stand face to face with Fulco, the reclusive herbalist. His eyes seem to pierce through your soul as he calmly states, 'I've been expecting you.' Your encounter with him feels like a pivotal moment in this investigation, a convergence of ancient knowledge and modern sleuthing. Suddenly, a distant howl echoes through the forest, sending shivers down your spine. Fulco's expression changes, his gaze turning solemn. 'The ancient spirits have awoken,' he whispers. As if on cue, the ground beneath you trembles, and spectral figures materialize around you, their ethereal forms flickering in and out of sight. Fulco turns to you, urgency in his voice, 'Only you can choose our path now.'