I looked at the screen floating in front of Isabelle.
It was a list of six options, each with a small, evocative icon.
"This is it, Isabelle," I said, my voice now low and serious. "This is your future. Your choice. And we have to make it blind."
The six options glowed in the dim light of the chamber.
[Sword Master]
[Guardian]
[Berserker]
[Spellblade]
[Executioner]
[Blade Saint]
We spent the next hour in a frantic, whispered strategy session.
It was the most important decision of Isabelle's new life.
"Sword Master," I mused. "Sounds like a pure DPS build. More damage, faster attacks. Simple. Effective."
"Guardian," Isabelle countered, her brow furrowed in concentration. "A defensive path. It would make me a better protector. For you, my Lord."
I felt a pleasant warmth spread through my chest at her words.
