[: 3rd POV :]
Daniel stood in silence, his own breath sounding foreign to him.
Before, he had already walked among powers that few could comprehend, his might had been otherworldly, a storm no army could weather, a void no kings could cross.
But now?
Now, there was no language in existence that could define what he had become.
Even the System's descriptions, sharp and concise, had been nothing but fragments of truth.
Behind each line, he could feel layers of unfathomable depth, active skills, passive blessings, forms waiting to awaken, forms still sealed behind veils of mystery.
It was no longer a simple gain of strength; it was the rewriting of what strength itself meant.
His gaze dropped to his hands, yet even they felt different.
The Eternal Giver pulsed faintly within him, like a cosmic rhythm, promising an eternal cycle of exchange and return far beyond mortal or divine logic.
