[: 3rd POV :]
For the next few days, Daniel became a phantom of vengeance that tore across continents.
The sun had not yet risen on the third day when the System recorded its tenth facility annihilated, its eleventh reduced to nothing but ashes drifting across the cold winds.
He didn't rest, didn't eat, didn't breathe in the same way mortals did anymore.
The world itself seemed to quake whenever his shadow passed, not from his presence, but from the fear that followed it.
Everywhere he arrived, the air changed first.
The mana twisted in awe, bending to his will, and the stars dimmed slightly as though refusing to look down at the slaughter that was about to occur.
The first of the next facilities was buried deep beneath the dunes of the Western Deadlands, an area swallowed by eternal sandstorms and shifting mirages.
The Zero Organisation's base was invisible to the naked eye, cloaked beneath layers of illusion and technology.
