Faction Choice

The system's announcement reverberated through the world, sending shockwaves across every race and faction. From bustling cities to quiet villages, everyone felt the weight of the proclamation. Conversations erupted everywhere, filled with astonishment and confusion.

In Coiling Dragon City, Drakon, the city's formidable leader, gathered his advisors and key figures in the grand hall. His expression was a mix of concern and intrigue. "A final battle to decide the god of this world," he said, his tone grave. "This changes everything."

One of his advisors, a sharp-eyed elf named Elenara, nodded thoughtfully. "We must consider our alliances carefully. This is an unprecedented event."

The room buzzed with anxious energy as each individual processed the announcement. "Think about it," Drakon mused, "and a screen appears with the factions."