[: 3rd POV :]
With the sky hung heavy, casting a sombre presence over the once vibrant landscape of the newly risen continent, Daniel stood at the centre of the group.
The remnants of the group still echoed.
With his attack previously, the air trembled, and the group could only remain still, afraid of what was about to come next.
Their expressions were a mixture of fear and nervousness.
They had trained relentlessly, yet the memory of their member killed within one attack lingered in the air like a menacing spectre.
The feeling of impending doom made the hair on their back of their neck stand on end.
"So what do you guys want to do now?" Dabiel asked despite the tension that weighed heavily upon them.
Before Daniel could continue, the senior spoke.
"You!" the Senior called out, his voice dripping with authority, yet underlined by an unmistakable tremor of fear.
