From MC's Perspective:
ThunderFlame Faction Hall
Seated at the head of the room, the elder in white robes leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. His aura, though calm, radiated authority. "So, young man," his voice was both soft and commanding, "what's your decision?"
His question cut through the stillness, and every eye in the room turned to me, the weight of their gazes heavy. My heart pounded, but not from fear. It was excitement.
An opportunity like this wasn't something to pass up lightly. ThunderFlame was one of the most powerful factions in the University and the thought of belonging to it stirred something deep within me.
Elder Clinton and Sally, who I'd come to trust, were already key figures here. Their presence gave me a sense of security, but beyond that, there was potential here for growth, for mastery.
