[: 3rd POV :]
What Daniel was about to do was something unheard of, something no system, no faction, no observer across this world of existence could have accurately predicted.
Even the corrupted world beneath him seemed to sense it.
The skies of Virexia Minor churned violently, clouds thick with violet decay twisting into spirals of resistance.
Lightning, sickly green and unnatural, lashed across the heavens, not as a natural phenomenon, but as a reflex.
As though the planet itself was trying to reject something far greater than its suffering.
As though it feared him.
Daniel hovered in silence above the diseased atmosphere, his figure unmoving against the chaos.
Below him stretched a world that had long since lost its dignity.
Cities of advanced architecture pierced the surface like metallic tumors, glowing with artificial brilliance while veins of blackened mana pulsed beneath them like infected arteries.
