With an air of ceremonial gravitas, another avatar manifests on the podium. This one is unlike any other—a silhouette formed entirely of undulating shadows, void of discernible features. The atmosphere thickens as if the very pixels in the virtual sky are holding their breath.
"This is Shadow, the new leader of Dark Monarchy. I hope you can follow him, like you followed me," Gunnar's voice resounds with a mixture of paternal pride and the burden of years of leadership now lifting from his shoulders.
Shadow takes a step forward, and even in his indistinct, formless avatar, something about him emanates authority. "As you know, my father is already old; it's his time to enjoy retirement on Starhaven. And for Dark Monarchy, I will close it in this era and start a new era with an organization named Freedom."
A low murmur ripples through the crowd, avatars glancing at each other, their programmed expressions a kaleidoscope of confusion and intrigue.