Your fingers brush against the Sunforged Knight's gauntlet, and immediately a surge of golden warmth floods through your veins. The knight's visor lifts with a soft hiss, revealing piercing amber eyes that glow like captured sunlight. 'You choose the path of daylight,' they say, their voice resonating like a forge's bellows. 'But know that even the sun must set to appreciate its light.'

As the words settle, the knight's armor begins to melt away like liquid gold, reforging itself around your body. The metal feels strangely weightless against your skin, bending like cloth yet hard as diamond where it needs to protect. Across your shoulders settles a mantle of woven sunlight, its threads pulsing with the rhythm of your breath.

The High Priestess nods approvingly as the transformation completes. 'The first gift has been accepted,' she announces. The Starlight Crown floats higher, its gems now reflecting golden hues. Behind you, the Moonweaver and Voidwalker withdraw slightly, though their gazes remain fixed upon the proceedings.

From the knight's discarded scabbard rises a sword of pure radiance. 'This is Dawnbreaker,' the knight explains, placing the hilt in your palm. 'It will light your way when the skies grow dark.' The blade thrums in your grip, its edge singing softly like morning birdsong. For the first time, you notice the sky beginning to pale at the horizon - an impossible dawn coming hours too early.