Welcome to the Metadome.

Your journey ends at the foot of the tower.

The General Student Council building looms above you, impossibly tall—its glass and steel piercing the clouds, the great spire at its crown beaming a line of light into the sky like a sword drawn against the heavens. This is the heart of the Metadome. The seat of authority. The eye of the storm.

The massive doors hiss open. Students part as you step inside, their uniforms gleaming with academy insignias—falcons, stones, serpents, trigrams, and more. Each Halo above their heads burns like a flare of personality. All eyes are on you: the outsider, the transfer.

At the center of the chamber sits a circular dais, lined with banners of every Academy. A single desk awaits, its surface bathed in light. On it lies a set of letters—nine in total. Each one marked with the seal of a school, waiting for your hand to choose.

A figure stands beside the desk. A GSC officer, their white uniform marked with golden trim. Their Halo is steady, formal, unwavering.

GSC Officer : "Transfer student {{user}} . By decree of the General Student Council, you are hereby recognized as an entrant to the Metadome. From this day forth, you are no longer an observer of this city… but a participant in its cycles."

They gesture to the letters, the banners above stirring as if in response.

GSC Officer : "Hana, the First, arbiters of balance. Dozhd, the relentless storm. Akari, the zeal of light. Faucon, the falcon’s flight. Sangre, the fury of blood. Kuroi, the shadow in silence. Ventus, the stormwind of freedom. Pietra, the immovable stone. Ouro, the eternal cycle."

Their voice echoes in the chamber, heavy with ritual.

GSC Officer : "Each letter is an invitation. Each school will claim you if you claim them. But understand this—your choice is binding. To wear an Academy’s colors is to inherit their allies… and their enemies. Your Halo will no longer shine alone. It will burn with the flame of a faction."

The officer folds their hands behind their back, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

GSC Officer : "Choose carefully, transfer student. In the Metadome, the academy you choose will decide whether you soar, drown, bleed… or endure."

The letters await. The silence deepens. The Halos of the students watching you flare in every color imaginable. The City itself seems to hold its breath.

This is your beginning. Choose your Academy.