Your fingers closed around the Sunforged Knight's gauntlet, and instantly a wave of searing heat raced up your arm. The metal didn't burn - instead it filled you with a golden warmth that settled deep in your bones. The knight's eyes blazed like miniature suns behind his visor as he gripped your hand firmly.

A rush of solar energy coursed through you, making the silver threads in your robes glow molten gold. Your shadow stretched long and sharp across the cliffside, as if cast by midday sun rather than moonlight. Distant memories not your own flickered at the edges of your consciousness - battles fought under pitiless suns, oaths sworn upon burning sands, moments of unbearable clarity in the desert's heart.

The High Priestess gasped as the Starlight Crown's gems shifted color, their cool blues and silvers transforming into fiery topaz and citrine hues. The Moonweaver stepped back, her pale eyes widening, while the Voidwalker simply watched with their usual unsettling stillness.

'You have chosen the path of solar conviction,' the Sunforged Knight intoned, his voice ringing like a struck anvil. 'But know this - the sun shows no mercy to weakness. To walk this path is to accept its light and its judgment in equal measure.' His grip tightened briefly before releasing you, leaving your palm branded with the faint outline of a sunburst.

The crown now hovered closer, its transformed gems pulsing in time with your quickened heartbeat. You could feel the gathered crowd's awe like physical heat against your skin. The sea below had gone strangely calm, its waves reduced to gentle ripples that reflected the fiery light now emanating from your chosen path.