[: 3rd POV :]
What Daniel was about to unleash upon Virexia Minor was not merely an act of power, nor was it a display of dominance that could be measured, analysed, or resisted through any known system, but rather an event that defied the very structure of existence itself.
It was as though a foreign truth had intruded upon reality and demanded that everything bend, fracture, and ultimately submit to its presence.
The skies, which had only moments ago begun to clear under his earlier command, did not simply stabilise but instead began to distort in ways that no natural phenomenon could replicate.
Layers of space folded inward like torn fabric, attempting to stitch itself back together while failing under the pressure of something infinitely greater pressing from the outside.
