The sky trembled under the pressure of thousands of arrays.
Massive threads of light like heavenly chains covered the entire horizon, stretching from the clouds to the depths of the earth, as if the world itself had been bound to prevent anything from escaping.
The wind passed through the tree's massive roots, and each time the golden fruit above the branches pulsed, a heavy wave spread through space; a wave that forced even the countless armies outside the ruins to unconsciously hold their breath.
As if the tree was also trying to help its protector, conveying the feeling that he was not alone against this great army.
And at the center of all that pressure, Daniel sat calmly.
His golden eyes stared without the slightest anxiety at the four beings, each of whom alone could change the fate of a superpower.
But the strangest part of the matter was that he truly seemed calm.
Not like someone who was surrounded, but like a being who had finally found something interesting.
