[: 3rd POV :]
Daniel stood frozen, his breath caught somewhere between disbelief and resignation as the System's words echoed in his head.
'Death's Lover… Commandment of Truth… Divine Shard… Mythical Essence…'
It was too much, almost absurd.
Titles, commandments, shards, things that belonged to myths, legends, not to a single mortal who had simply fought to survive one battle after another.
His fist tightened.
"Death's Lover," huh? That's something new'
The thought alone made his stomach churn.
The idea that Death herself, an entity beyond all comprehension had cast her gaze upon him felt less like a blessing and more like a chain he couldn't shake off.
Immortality tied to someone else's affection.
Was that protection, or a curse disguised as one?
The Commandment of Truth.
His lips twitched, though no smile formed.
Words that could bend existence, rewrite lies, shape reality to his will.
A terrifying power, yet at the same time… dangerous.
