The Classes Temple, 5 Remain

Stark awoke slowly, his senses gradually piecing together the strange environment around him.

As his vision adjusted, he found himself in a vast, circular space that radiated an otherworldly aura.

The air was thick with a kind of holy energy that made his skin tingle.

It wasn't just the atmosphere, it was the entire place.

The space resembled an ancient temple, the kind you'd expect to see at the start of a game to pick your class.

Pillars surrounded him, towering high into a ceiling that disappeared into a golden glow.

Soft light illuminated everything, but there were no torches or clear sources of the glow. It was as if the place itself was alive, radiating energy.

At the center of the room, Stark stood on a polished marble floor. 

"What the fuck..."

Around him, a red carpet spread out in all directions like the wheel of the [Class Wheel].

Each path led to a statue, ten in total, arranged in a circle.