The Revelation was indeed in Daniel's possession—
not just any copy, but the very one he had carried back with him from four thousand years in the past.
When Daniel gave a slight nod, confirming its presence, Milla's expression grew serious.
"It's time," she said. "Time to open the gate to the Divine Realm."
Her voice was calm, but the words carried a weight that could not be ignored.
"Once the sun—Apollo—appears…" she continued, "we divert Aurelia's attack and turn it onto Apollo instead."
But midway through her explanation, Milla's brows drew together. A faint shadow crossed her face, as if some unspoken thought unsettled her.
"No… something isn't right," she murmured, almost to herself. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
She began studying Daniel with unusual intensity, as if trying to read secrets from his relaxed posture.
"Lord Daniel," she said slowly, "there's something about your state that feels… off."