The seven panels that Stark could use floated effortlessly around him, their shimmering edges pulsating faintly as if inviting his attention.
Each panel seemed to hold its own significance, radiating a distinct aura.
Stark studied them for a moment, the flickering lights casting shifting shadows across his face.
Deciding on a methodical approach, he resolved to tackle them in order: from least important to the most vital.
Reaching out, he grabbed the first panel. With a fluid motion, it zoomed into full view.
Ding!
[Survey: What are your thoughts on the things happening around this world?]
Stark blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question.
"Oh, the surveys are back," he muttered, his voice tinged with both curiosity and unease.
The surveys hadn't appeared the previous two times he could get a new class, and their sudden reemergence stirred a nagging feeling of dread within him.
