[: 3rd POV :]
The aftermath hung in a frozen heartbeat, suspended between terror and inevitability.
Even reality itself awaited Daniel's next motion; it even took a step back, afraid that it would be devoured by Daniel's unbound greed.
The ten Conquerors hovered, titans of destruction, their forms eclipsing galaxies, but their auras flickered with the faint tremor of doubt.
Not the fear of death.
They had killed trillions of beings, unmade civilisations, and shattered entire galaxies.
This was something far worse: the fear of irrelevance, of being denied the right to exist.
Daniel floated at the centre, rings of Devourer's Greed orbiting him, each jagged tooth gnashing, abyssal eyes glowing, shadows writhing and reaching like living, hungry serpents.
A faint smirk touched his face.
"Time to eat," he said softly, voice layered with countless echoes reverberating across fractured dimensions.
