[: 3rd POV :]
The aftermath of the Apocalyptic clash between Daniel and the Sovereign of Apocalypse left the mercenaries and guild members utterly speechless.
None of them could find words, no tongue, no language could capture what had just occurred before their eyes.
It wasn't a battle, nor even a war; it was a convergence of forces beyond mortal comprehension.
To them, it felt like hundreds of different cataclysms happening at once, collapsing into a single moment that defied reality itself.
Their minds reeled, struggling to piece together what they had witnessed.
One moment the Sovereign's gaze threatened to erase them, the next the very fabric of the world shattered and reformed under Daniel's strike.
Each heartbeat felt like an eternity, each breath dragged from lungs that barely obeyed.
