Daniel was still sitting on the endless white floor of the lobby, his right hand resting quietly on his chest; the spot where that being's final strike had landed.
No wound existed, and no trace of the destruction from moments ago remained.
But still, he could still feel that death.
The feeling of bones being crushed, laws collapsing, divinity being extinguished, and that absolute darkness that had swallowed everything after the monster's hand struck.
It had been a long time since he had experienced something like this. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to even push him back, let alone extinguish his existence with a single simple movement.
He closed his eyes.
The final image came alive in his mind again: a body darker than the void, the head of a bull, horns resembling the rotten branches of an ancient tree.
"...You are too weak." And that quiet voice, that arrogant tone.
