[: 3rd POV :]
A month had passed since Daniel began his silent war against the Zero Organisation.
In that brief span of time, the Human Continent had changed.
Every sunrise brought new rumours, and every night, cities buzzed with awe and disbelief.
Tales of a lone figure, cloaked in darkness, silver-haired, violet-eyed, had spread like wildfire. People spoke his name in reverence, in fear, in hope. Daniel.
Entire fortresses that once belonged to the Zero Organisation had crumbled to nothing.
Their soldiers, their experiments, their leaders, all erased in moments of void-born destruction.
Yet, where annihilation reigned, life followed.
Hundreds, sometimes thousands of captives appeared outside nearby towns, trembling but alive, saved by a power that felt divine.
The nobles called him the Void Saint.
The common folk whispered the Abyssal Saviour.
But for Empress Melaria Valenhardt, his mother, it was more than a legend.
It was a heartbeat reborn.
