In absolute silence, the dragon, entirely submerged in lava, stared at the options before him.
He tried to focus, but his mind and eyes always wandered towards the single sentence, 'What consequences is it even talking about? I would welcome a little bit more clarification.'
There was no response from the system, as it remained silently ignoring his query, 'Maybe it will anger the dragon god?'
Vesuvius shook his head, sending waves through the lava.
He was a dragon, and all dragons inherited their values, emotions, and goals from their ancestor, the dragon god, which made him sure it wasn't the case.
