Chapter 29: A Reason
[: 3rd POV :]
The air in the throne room hung heavy with silence.
The corpses of elite warriors and generals lay sprawled across the glimmering obsidian floor like broken statues, their lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
Mana still crackled faintly in the air—remnants of spells that never had the chance to be cast.
At the centre of it all, Daniel stood calm, composed, shrouded in a quiet aura of annihilation.
Across the grand chamber, the King, tall, imposing, crowned in golden horns and draped in battle-scarred regalia, stared at him, his expression unreadable.
But the tension in his shoulders, the way his clawed fingers tightened around the hilt of his colossal blade, betrayed the storm building beneath his surface.
He had just witnessed the impossible.
Hundreds of his finest warriors, extinguished in less than a breath.
By one mortal.
"...Who are you?" the King finally asked, voice low, guttural, strained with both disbelief and rising fury.
Daniel met his gaze, his silver-violet eyes glowing faintly, not with rage, but with something colder.