Chapter 29: A Reason
[: 3rd POV :]
The air in the throne room hung heavy with silence.
The corpses of elite warriors and generals lay sprawled across the glimring obsidian floor like broken statues, their lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
Mana still crackled faintly in the air—remnants of spells that never had the chance to be cast.
At the centre of it all, Daniel stood calm, composed, shrouded in a quiet aura of annihilation.
Across the grand chamber, the King, tall, imposing, crowned in golden horns and draped in battle-scarred regalia, stared at him, his expression unreadable.
But the tension in his shoulders, the way his clawed fingers tightened around the hilt of his colossal blade, betrayed the storm building beneath his surface.
He had just witnessed the impossible.
Hundreds of his finest warriors, extinguished in less than a breath.
By one mortal.
"...Who are you?" the King finally asked, voice low, guttural, strained with both disbelief and rising fury.
Daniel t his gaze, his silver-violet eyes glowing faintly, not with rage, but with sothing colder.
"It’s funny," Daniel said, his tone casual, almost amused.
"To think that beings like you have forgotten. After everything you did... after you conquered my world’s continent."
The King’s eyes widened, just a fraction—barely noticeable, but enough.
A mory flickered.
A continent far beyond the veil of this realm.
A Gate.
The blood of conquest.
A land once vibrant... left silent.
"You..." the King muttered, his voice trailing off in disbelief. "You speak of the Forbidden Continent... the one that was sealed... centuries ago..."
"No," Daniel corrected. "Thousands of years ago."
The King’s expression darkened, the weight of history crashing against the present.
"Impossible," he whispered. "That place was sealed forever. My ancestors swore it. None were ant to pass through—none were ant to return."
"And yet," Daniel said, spreading his arms slightly, "here I am."
Silence fell again.
The Queen watched with narrowed eyes, her children gripping the edges of their seats, unsure whether to flee or scream.
"So..." the King began slowly, narrowing his eyes.
"You’ve co for revenge, then?"
Daniel tilted his head.
"Not really. Revenge is personal"
He took a single step forward.
"I’m just here to remove a pest," he said.
"An old disturbance that should’ve been wiped out long ago."
The King’s wings twitched as he rose slowly from his obsidian throne.
His blade crackled with heat as it lifted from its pedestal, runes awakening across its surface.
"But only you?" the King scoffed, his tone cold and mocking. "What kind of fool are you?"
He gestured around the hall, motioning to the fallen.
"You don’t think you’re the first, do you?" the King sneered. "Before the seal, hundreds—thousands ca. Brave warriors, champions, cursed avengers, divine-sent heroes... All fell. None returned."
"What makes you think that a single mortal could make a difference?"
Daniel didn’t flinch.
His smirk returned, but there was no humour behind it—just certainty.
"Because unlike them..." he said, voice calm, "I didn’t co here to win."
The King paused, confused.
"I ca here... to erase," Daniel finished, the last word a whisper that echoed like thunder.
"You killed my n. Instantly," the King said, circling slowly now, sword dragging against the floor with a hiss of mana.
"Impressive. But do you think you’re all-powerful?"
"You sound like soone clinging to pride," Daniel replied. "Not power."
The King stopped. His eyes burned with contempt. "Sounds to
like you don’t even know the true nature of a world’’
’’You’re walking blind in a land of secrets... and you don’t even care."
Daniel simply nodded. "Correct."
"...What?"
"I don’t need to know your secrets," Daniel said.
"Because eventually, everything cos to . Power. Truth. Enemies. Fate. It all shows up, whether I search or not."
"Insolent." The King’s voice beca venom.
"No wonder your world remained the ’sa’, arrogant, blind and weak."
"And yet it still took your entire kingdom to destroy it and the other gates
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