Chapter 38: End of Rot
[: 3rd POV :]
A thick silence followed the tremor that Daniel’s transformation had unleashed.
The chamber, already fractured from the might of the Seven Overlords, now pulsed with a new, deeper dread—a fear that none of them wanted to admit.
Daniel stood at the centre of it all, cloaked in his Apocalyptical Form.
His wings curled slowly behind him, folding space with each subtle motion, his void-draconian eyes watching—waiting.
The seven horrors of old, beings feared by realms and worshipped by countless lives, were now rooted in place by something they had not felt in aeons:
Uncertainty.
Fear.
Existential dread.
Zar’Kael, whose presence once silenced the air, took a cautious step forward.
His body of galaxies and nebulae dimmed.
"Who... are you?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, not out of respect, but out of disorientation.