Daniel raised his hand once more.
The same attack.
The same erasure.
The same overwhelming force rooted in rules and concepts.
Yet this time—
When Knowledge Daniel's figure reassembled within the void, something changed.
For the first time, a disturbance appeared on his face—
A fluctuation outside of data.
A faint sense of disharmony began spreading through his existence.
"This isn't right."
Knowledge Daniel lowered his head and stared at his own palm.
His hand completed its reconstitution 0.03 seconds later than usual.
An error so small it could normally be ignored.
But here—
At the terminus where everything existed only as concepts,
Any deviation, no matter how minute, was fatal.
Daniel said nothing.
He simply attacked again.
Another erasure.
Another reconstruction.
This time—
Knowledge Daniel's left leg took half a second longer to fully form.
A barely perceptible delay.
But the foundation of his existence—
