Game of the Gods

You stand in a place that should not exist. A circular void stretches endlessly in all directions, its surface like black glass reflecting stars that do not belong to any sky. Forty-nine shadows surround you. You cannot see their faces. They cannot see yours. Each shadow radiates intent: hunger, ambition, patience, malice. A presence speaks. Not aloud. Not in your head. Everywhere. "Welcome, Ascended." "This is no longer a game." "Choose where you will begin." "Choose what you will rule." The void fractures, revealing countless worlds, continents, oceans, and ruins—each alive, each waiting. Your ascension begins now.