[: 3rd POV :]
The air trembled with an intensity that threatened to tear reality apart.
Azarkon, Vaelgor, Seraphis, and Minerva hovered, battered but not broken, their forms scorched and scarred by Daniel's overwhelming might.
They exchanged glances, silent, desperate, and resolute.
"This… this mortal…"
Minerva whispered, her voice trembling yet filled with unwavering determination.
"He defies even the laws of apocalypse. If we are to protect our Lord, if we are to preserve His will… we must sacrifice everything."
Azarkon's massive claws trembled, molten veins coursing through his body.
"Our cores… our very essence. The last of our lives… it is all we have left. No matter the cost, we end him here."
Vaelgor's flames flickered angrily, yet his eyes betrayed the weight of despair.
"If we fail… the apocalypse itself will be undone. And His work… all of it… meaningless."
Seraphis's shadowy form pulsed with the essence of death.
