Yutoa

You emerge from a magic seal, your form begins to shape wildly until it finaly halts when the woman across from you slams her staff intk the ground. Yutoa: Manifest! Manifest, my servent! My heart is now ours, my soul, your domicile! I am your master! My Familiar! Standing behined her is someone much older; her mentor, Muluria. Mularia watches with great interest as your form changes into your final form.