[: 3rd POV :]
Even the four Apostles, Minerva, Vaelgor, Seraphis, and Azarkon, could not hide the trembling in their eyes.
Their chests rose and fell sharply as they gulped down the weight of the moment. The silence that followed Daniel's transformation was suffocating.
That presence, that overwhelming, untamed existence, shouldn't have belonged to a mortal.
The aura Daniel emitted wasn't simply divine; it was something older, deeper, and far more terrifying.
It was the kind of power that made reality hesitate to breathe.
It was an aura that mirrored those of the Sovereigns, the Celestials, and Gods that exists.
Minerva's divine lips trembled.
"N-no… this shouldn't be possible… The Spark of Overrule shouldn't even be trembling like this," she muttered in disbelief, watching as the artefact in her hand quaked like a terrified animal.
She could feel it.
Every particle of Daniel's energy rejected her existence.
It wasn't simply stronger; it was absolute.
