Daniel descended from the white peak, while behind him the signs of his short but heavy battle with the White Whale still remained on the mountain.
Several massive, deep cracks extended across the ground, and a line of the Law of Death, like a black wound, stretched to the edge of the cliff.
The sky had regained its natural color, but the wind's flow still passed cautiously through the cracked stones; as if the mountain itself also needed time to understand that the battle was over.
The White Whale moved a few steps behind Daniel.
Her long sword was back in its sheath, and her cold face showed no sign of her recent defeat. But the way she looked at Daniel had changed.
Before the battle, she had seen him as an opponent who had perhaps finally reached her level.
Now she was walking behind someone who, using only physical strength, without weapons, skills, mana, or laws, had shattered all her techniques.
