With a practiced flourish of her chalk, Eureka completed the summoning circle on the cold stone floor. Light erupted from the chalk lines, and the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and old parchment. From the light emerged the puppet soldiers—marionettes crafted from wood, porcelain, and steel, brought to life by the soul's power. There was the Peer Fortress, towering and armored in iron; the Aster Crow, wielding a massive scythe; and the Marginal Maze, clutching a glowing codex.
Eureka collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily. The lantern on the table dimmed to a faint, tired glow. But in the center of the summoning circle sat the silver music box, humming a haunting, beautiful melody.
It was no ordinary lantern. Within its housing resided the Wandering Soul—the disembodied essence of an interdimensional explorer, and Eureka’s only bridge to the abyss below. Labyrinth of Galleria: The Moon Society
Madame Marta clumped down the stairs, her eyes widening at the sight of the artifact. Well, I'll be... you actually did it.
Exhausted and damaged, the remaining puppets retrieved the silver music box. Eureka initiated the emergency escape protocol, and in a flash of blue light, the Wandering Soul and the battered puppets snapped back to the basement. With a practiced flourish of her chalk, Eureka
Let’s go, Eureka thought, her consciousness linking with the Wandering Soul as it possessed the puppet brigade.
The Warden let out a silent scream that reverberated directly in Eureka's mind, threatening to sever the soul link. The Peer Fortress was batted aside like a toy, its wooden limbs splintering against the wall. There was the Peer Fortress, towering and armored
The brigade pressed deeper, navigating past hidden pit traps and walls that seemed to move when unobserved. Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in an eerie, violet glow. In the center of the room, resting on a pedestal of bone, was a small, ornate silver music box.