The Scholar takes the Soul Gem and stares deep into the glittering and glistening facets of the gem. He seems transfixed by its beauty, its radiating magic that effected even you as you held it. You remember that it left you feeling warm, fuzzy, safe, and even loved.

The Scholar snaps out of his transfixed gaze and looks up at you.

“There were once, after the fall of the old world—which I am sure by now you have heard whispering of—entities known as Judges who applied the law of the land through what were called 'law cards'. These magical Judges, dressed and clad as knights, would appear almost anywhere when the law of that land was broken to arrest and detain the lawbreaker.”

He pauses, and you ask him what that has to do with the gem and Reincarnation.

“The Judges were banished by The Church once it rose to prominence in the political circles of those times. They were locked behind gates and transformed over time into these beings you call Celestials todays. Celestial Kings are the High Judges of that time. Their gear, a helm, and a deck of their law cards all hold a type of magic that allows them to reincarnate on a whim. Find them, and we might be closer to the magic you seek.”

Judges, Churches, The Creator, and even Reincarnation. Enough to make one's head spin. The old world... You can feel the snow falling. You can see the blood on his face. You can feel the fear in the air.

“Child, you must ascend.” You hear the voice, distant at first but closer over time.

A vision of a light, a child—high above the ground, body engulfed in light. The Poet stands before the light as it illuminates the land around them.

“Child. Listen to me! Let go of the past! Let go of the pain!”

BANG!

Darkness.