Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

The moment Daniel's words, 'Unmade', settled into reality, the battlefield did not erupt into chaos, nor did it immediately descend into violence, but instead fractured into something far more unsettling.

The silence that followed lasted just long enough for the weight of that single word to sink into every mind present before it was abruptly shattered by laughter.

"Unmade? HAHAHAHA!"

The leader's voice rang out first, sharp and unrestrained, echoing across the warped sky as if the very concept amused him beyond measure, and soon after, the rest followed, their laughter swelling into a deafening chorus that rolled across the battlefield like a tidal wave of mockery.

"Kid, who the hell do you think you are!?"

The leader sneered, stepping forward with an expression that bordered on insulted amusement, his presence pressing outward as though he sought to reclaim dominance over a moment that had momentarily slipped beyond his control.

"You think just because you've managed to intrude on a single planet that makes you a hero?"

Another added, their voice dripping with contempt, their weapon humming faintly as energy gathered along its edge in anticipation.

"How laughable,"

The leader continued, his tone lowering, though the smirk never left his face.

"I've seen countless like you, self-proclaimed saviours, anomalies, chosen beings who thought they stood above the order of things…and every single one of them ended the same way."

He paused, tilting his head slightly as though examining Daniel not as an opponent, but as a curiosity.

"Reduced to nothing more than dust within the grand design of the universe."

More laughter followed, louder this time, more confident, as though they had collectively decided that whatever stood before them was nothing more than a temporary inconvenience, an anomaly that would soon be corrected.

Yet Daniel did not react.

He did not frown, nor did he speak.

He did not even acknowledge them.

He simply watched.

And that silence, that complete and utter lack of response, began to stretch in a way that slowly, almost imperceptibly, made the laughter feel… forced.

"I can't take this any longer,"

One of the Black Meridian operatives suddenly muttered, stepping forward from the formation with clear irritation, their patience worn thin by what they perceived as arrogance beyond reason.

"Why are we even entertaining this?"

A faint shift rippled through the ranks.

"End it,"

They continued, their grip tightening around the hilt of their weapon as their body leaned forward, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"Let me deal with him."

The leader did not stop them.

Perhaps he didn't think he needed to.

Perhaps he believed the same outcome was inevitable.

With a sharp exhale, the operative lunged forward.

Space fractured beneath their movement, their speed tearing through the air with such force that the surrounding atmosphere screamed in protest, their blade igniting with condensed energy as it carved a path toward Daniel, aimed directly to cleave him in half with absolute precision.

From below, it would have looked instantaneous.

From afar, unstoppable.

From their perspective, it was certain.

And yet, Daniel did not move.

Not even a single step or a gesture.

He simply exhaled and nothing more.

The wind carried forward, subtle, almost gentle, brushing against the charging figure with a softness that should have meant nothing.

And then, the figure vanished.

He wasn't cut or erased in some grand display.

He simply…ceased to exist.

His form disintegrated mid-motion, collapsing into fine particles that scattered into the air like ash caught in an unseen current, their weapon dissolving alongside them as though it had never possessed substance to begin with.

There was no explosion or sound.

There was only absence, and the laughter stopped.

Abruptly and completely.

Silence fell across the battlefield once more, but this time it was not hollow, nor was it fleeting.

It was heavy, suffocating, pressing down upon every member of the Black Meridians as their minds struggled to process what they had just witnessed.

"…What…?"

One of them spoke, their voice barely above a whisper.

The whisper hung in the air like a fractured echo of reality itself, and then the Black Meridian formation collapsed into chaos.

"What just happened!?" one soldier shouted, stepping backwards, his voice cracking as his eyes darted toward the empty space where their comrade had stood only moments before.

Another staggered forward, shaking his head violently as though denial alone could rewrite what they had witnessed.

"No… that's impossible. He moved so fast I couldn't track it, no, not even that…I saw it. I SAW it happen!"

"You saw nothing!" someone barked back, though their tone lacked conviction, trembling at the edges.

"There was no strike, no energy discharge, no spatial ripple, nothing at all!"

The leader's expression had changed.

The earlier amusement was gone, replaced by a tightening stillness that crept across his face like frost.

His eyes remained locked on Daniel, but for the first time, uncertainty flickered behind them.

"Whaat happened!?," he commanded, though his voice was quieter now.

"I don't know!" another operative shouted.

"He was just there, charging and then he wasn't! It's like his existence got erased mid-step!"

"That's not a technique," someone muttered, backing away slowly.

"That's not possible under any known system…"

Panic began to seep through the ranks like a poison.

Weapons that had once hummed with confident energy now trembled slightly in their holders.

Breathing grew uneven.

Glances turned frantic.

"We're being manipulated," one insisted desperately.

"It has to be perception interference! Illusion layering! Some kind of cognitive distortion field!"

"Then where's the source!?" another snapped.

"Tell me where the source is!"

Silence followed that question, heavier than before.

Because there was no answer.

Because there was no distortion.

Only absence.

The space where their comrade had been remained intact, undisturbed, as if reality itself refused to acknowledge he had ever existed there at all.

A slow step echoed.

Another operative retreated further.

"I didn't even feel him die… I didn't feel anything. No energy backlash. No spatial collapse. Nothing. Just… gone."

The leader finally raised a hand, halting the growing disorder, but even his authority seemed dulled against what they had witnessed.

"Enough," he said, though it sounded less like a command and more like resistance against fear itself.

"Regain formation."

No one obeyed immediately.

.

Because all of them were still looking at Daniel.

And Daniel still had not moved.

He stood as though nothing had happened at all, his silence heavier than their panic, heavier than their confusion, heavier than the laws they believed governed reality.

And for the first time since the battlefield began, the Black Meridians understood something they did not have a word for.

It was the absence of explanation.

And that was far more terrifying than death.

And in that silence, even the leader began to realise that what stood before them was not an enemy they could measure, but something that rewrote the very idea of confrontation itself, without effort or acknowledgement at all, ever, truly again.

Without wasting another moment, the leader of the Black Meridians raised his hand, forcing the shaken formation back into discipline as fear still lingered in their eyes.

"All units, suppress and erase him," he commanded sharply, though even his voice carried a trace of uncertainty.

The operatives hesitated for only a heartbeat before obedience overcame terror, and their bodies surged with distorted power.

Some mutated, bones reshaping into armoured constructs, others dissolved into spectral forms, and a few fused with weapons until they were no longer human.

In an instant, Daniel stood at the centre of annihilation.

Above him, a burning meteor tore through the sky, trailing crimson fury.

Beneath him, jagged pillars of ice erupted upward with lethal intent.

In front, a storm of lightning condensed into a wall of countless spears, and behind him, a suffocating haze of poison swallowed all light.

The battlefield trembled under the synchronised assault.

"Kill him now!" someone screamed, their voice cracking with desperation.

Yet Daniel did not move.

He simply blinked once, slowly, as if observing something beneath notice.

"How disappointing," he said, his voice calm, almost distant, and the words echoed through reality itself.

Then he raised his left hand.

The motion was unhurried, yet it felt as if the entire world paused to witness it.

His fingers curled inward, not gripping air, but something far deeper.

Reality itself.

The moment his hand closed, the world responded violently.

The meteor froze mid-descent, then reversed, tearing backwards into the sky before collapsing into nothingness.

The ice spikes halted, then reversed direction, piercing the very casters who created them, turning their bodies intocrystallisedd silence.

The lightning wall bent inward, folding like broken glass before vanishing into the eyes of its summoners, erasing their vision and their existence in the same instant.

The poison haze turned on its origin, devouring the breath of those who released it, leaving behind hollow husks that crumbled without sound.

"No… no, stop this!" the leader roared, but his command fractured mid-air as space itself rewrote its allegiance.

Entire sections of the battlefield inverted, allies swapping positions with their own attacks, reality misaligned like a broken mirror.

Soldiers screamed as their abilities became their executioners.

"How is he doing this?!" one shouted before his voice dissolved.

Daniel's fist tightened further, and with it, the concept of "attack" ceased to exist in that zone.

The Black Meridians felt it then, a primal terror beyond fear, as if the universe had decided they were mistakes.

One by one, they began to vanish, not killed, but unmade, while Daniel stood untouched in the silence he had authored.

The leader staggered backwards as reality collapsed around him, his voice breaking into fragments of disbelief.

''What are you…"

He whispered, but the sentence never completed as even thought itself began to unravel in Daniel's presence, leaving only silence and fear behind him as the battlefield ceased to recognise existence itself, completely rewritten under his grasp of reality itself, dissolving into absolute unmaking silence.