"Why are you here?"
Daniel looked at him coldly, his voice devoid of even the slightest relaxation.
The Mind God of Knowledge halted several steps before Daniel. Unlike the other Gods of Knowledge—those beings driven by cold logic and near-fanatical rationality—his expression carried something entirely different.
Caution.
Restraint.
And a very human sense of fear.
"I don't want to become a fool," he said slowly, "a disposable pawn who exists only to prepare the wedding gown for someone else."
"So," he continued, his gaze unwavering, "I intend to struggle."
Then, without hesitation, he asked the question that truly mattered.
"Are you willing to cooperate?"
Daniel did not answer immediately.
Instead, he studied him in silence, then shifted his gaze toward the distance—toward that other presence, the one whose aura had already risen beyond comprehension.
Knowledge Daniel.
That terrifying existence whose power now surpassed all known limits.
