Sam stood before the three floating panels, his eyes locked on the glowing words before him.
[True Primordial]
[Eternally Forsaken]
[Determined One]
Each of them resonated with power. Each of them represented something that was undeniably part of who he was.
He stared at them for several long seconds, unsure which one to choose.
They all sounded good. Maybe too good.
But the Scales of Judgment demanded only one.
And whichever one he selected would define the reward he'd receive—something that could completely change his path.
He couldn't afford to choose carelessly.
'Eternally Forsaken sounds powerful,' he thought, frowning slightly. 'But... it's probably not as good as the others.'
That one he could cross out.
He exhaled slowly, the golden light from the panels reflecting in his crimson eyes.
That left two. [True Primordial] and [Determined One].
He crossed his arms, standing motionless on the scale, lost in thought.
