[: 3rd POV :]
The air trembled, not with wind or thunder, but with the raw resonance of a being beyond comprehension.
Daniel hovered silently amidst the ruins, his wings folding and unfolding like living shadows and light, each feather glinting with gold, silver, and black energy that seemed to exist outside the concept of time itself.
Azarkon, Vaelgor, Seraphis, and Minerva all had recovered from the shock of having their apocalyptic onslaught undone, but their confidence was now tinged with unease.
Even as the colossal forms of their ultimate transformations appeared once more, something invisible pressed down on them: a suffocating presence of inevitability.
"Enough games," Azarkon growled, his voice like volcanic rock grinding.
"I will crush this… mortal!"
Vaelgor's flames flared, scorching the air.
"No one, not a single being, can defy the will of the universe! Not without paying the price!"
