The space suddenly stopped.
Not in the sense that movement ceased, but as if all motion had folded in on itself. The hundreds and thousands of Daniels still around him no longer attacked.
Their bodies cracked, not from impact, but from overlapping, and one by one, they began to dissolve, like shadows falling over each other until they could no longer be distinguished.
Their voices merged into one.
A massive body stood there, resembling Daniel, yet far beyond human scale. Its skin was cracked like weathered stone. Its eyes held neither anger nor emotion, only certainty.
Its presence felt extremely heavy and eternal, as if it were endless and could never be destroyed. As long as eternity had meaning, it would exist.
"This one isn't fair," Daniel sighed and summoned his sword.
The Heavens' Honor.
