[: Daniel's POV :]
I had watched my mother fight before, during sparring sessions, demonstrations, the controlled pure strength, but nothing compared to what I had just witnessed.
Those feathered, angel-like beings she fought earlier weren't simple intruders.
They were beings from higher planes, brimming with divinity.
Their presence were heavy enough to suffocate the weak.
Yet Mother…faced them without blinking.
She carved through them like they were nothing more than air.
Her destruction was elegant, terrifying, and awe-inspiring.
It was a bit different than mine.
If mine was something that was terrifying to the end, hers was something beautiful.
The earth cracked where she stepped, the sky trembled when she swung her arm, and one after another, the fallen angels were shredded by her overwhelming might.
It was incredible, so incredible that for a moment, I genuinely forgot to breathe.
I had wanted to intervene earlier, but after seeing that display…how could I?
