Daniel stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the remains of those who had fallen before him moments ago.
Ragnar, Seraphina, Sel'nora, the Holy Emperor, Kyroth, and Elisara.
Six beings, each capable of changing the fate of nations on their own.
Six legends, six pillars of this world. And for someone like Daniel, six extremely valuable sources.
"Now that I think about it, if this were a novel or a movie, wouldn't I be the villain?" He muttered to himself. From the perspective of this world's people, he was certainly a villain, practically the ultimate demon trying to destroy the world.
"But it's not my fault that these fools thought they had to destroy that tree. The fools didn't even understand that the tree was most likely sent by the gods." He sighed.
His conflict with these six people and this entire continent had been a misunderstanding from the very beginning. A misunderstanding that led to the death of millions.
