Gate of Memoirs/A Fox's Tail

With Giselle's help, you entreat the aid of otherworldly demons...but are you prepared for the consequences?
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*A few days after your disturbing dream...
*You find yourself back in the Orebus Special Inquiry while Giselle busies herself with her search.
*Having relayed the contents of your lucid nightmare to her,
*you notice her normally cheerful countenance flicker with a shadow of doubt and worry.
*Giselle's Voice: I'm just saying, ... That could be a prophetic dream.
*Giselle's Voice: It's worth looking into—Oh! Found it.
 	
*Giselle: Here we are.
 	
*She sets down a heavy book before you. It seems vaguely familiar...
 	
*Giselle: Oh, this? Glad you remembered.
*Giselle: I bought this on holiday in Reng.
*Giselle: Turned out to be a fantastic help for the Inquiry thanks to all the passages on demonic rituals.
*Giselle: Though...they ARE a tad fragmented, so if we tried any out, I don't really expect them to work as intended.
 	
*Giselle: Oh, right, sorry. That was insensitive. 
*Giselle: I don't envy your jaunts, even in your dreams.
*Giselle: Let's see if this can help you, darling.
 	
*You spend some time poring over the texts with Giselle, trying to find anything pertaining to the world in your dreams.
*The divide between the waking and sleeping worlds borders on the supernatural.
*As much as science tries to explain it, some things are purely in a realm of their own.
*The only common thread among all these fragments is the involvement of a demon.
*Summoners are used to dealing with demons on the battlefield, but to associate with them in this manner is uncharted territory.
*Regardless, the Inquiry's research on one group in particular—the Seventh Circle Fiends, as they call themselves—could prove useful...
*After several hours...
*You and Giselle put together a rudimentary ritual, but lack a protective measure for entering the space.
*You're not actually sure if this is a good idea...
 	
*Giselle: Well, , normally you'd be right...
 	
*Giselle: However! I'll have you know that I learned a great deal on my travels.
*Giselle: What no book will teach you is hands-on experience, of which I've had a number!
*Giselle: ...I'll tell you about that some other time.
*Giselle: Anyway! I've already prepared this ahead of time. I thought it would come in handy.
*Giselle: This one was recovered from one of the expeditions into the lowlands of Orebus.
*Giselle: Wasn't easy getting this, as you know.
 	
*Giselle places a tiny emerald crystal in the center of the chalk-circle.
*Something about it puts you ill at ease.
*This isn't so different from what happened during the Orebus civil war.
 	
*Giselle: Yes. Which means this...*does* come with a certain degree of danger.
*Giselle: But times were different then; they were desperate.
*Giselle: We might be able to circumvent some of the...less palatable outcomes.
 	
*Giselle: Why don't you take a moment to prepare yourself? I'll be right here.
 	
*Taking a short walk would help clear your mind...
*Maybe you're morbidly curious, or maybe you've already been marked, but you can't help but feel restless.
 	
*Alone in the room, Giselle furrows her brow at the chalk-circle upon the desk.
*Giselle: There's no hiding from her after all, huh...
*Giselle: could be in a lot more trouble than I'd anticipated.
*Giselle: All these dreams... What's she trying to do?
*Giselle: Avoiding direct conflict...by proxy?
 	
*Giselle: ... ...
*Giselle: (At least with this ritual, I can help anchor should anything go awry.)
*Giselle: (Better than Kranus at any rate, but it's only a matter of time before *she* decides to—)
 	
*Giselle: Oh! Back so soon?
 	
*You sit back at your seat and grab your notes.
*You sit back at your seat and grab your notes. There's no point delaying this further.
*The longer you delay this, the less sane you feel.
 	
*Giselle: ...All right then.
*Giselle: Close your eyes. Give me your hand...
 	
*Giselle: ...Good...
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*... ...
*?: Kon-kon.
*You whip around at the sound.
*A white fox sits atop a fallen tree, inclining its head at you.
*No doubt about it. You must have entered the space.
*The ritual must have worked.
*You gingerly hold out a hand to it, but within a heartbeat, it vanishes in a puff of emerald smoke.
*?: Kon-kon.
*The wisps all around you echo endlessly with the sound of the wind.
*?: (Come.)