[: 3rd POV :]
"I'm too tired to travel to each of them. Why not just do this instead...?"
Daniel muttered, his voice carrying across the vast sky as he hovered above the clouds, looking down upon the world like a sovereign gazing at his domain.
There was nothing he couldn't do.
His abilities transcended logic, and his collection of artifacts and treasures defied the very fabric of reality.
With a mere thought, he could rewrite existence itself. And today, he would prove it.
His hand reached out, and in an instant, a world-altering artifact materialized before him, the Crown of Doom.
It was an unassuming white crown, yet it radiated an aura so powerful that even the laws of the world seemed to tremble in response.
The very moment it touched his head, an overwhelming force surged through him, twisting the air around him with sheer intensity.
Across the world, the Apocalyptical Monsters—the last, most terrifying beings that plagued existence—felt it.
