Azarath's heavy and threatening aura coiled around Daniel's neck like a noose. Breathing felt like swallowing blades.
Even Leia had fallen to one knee, barely holding her balance.
And yet, Daniel gave a faint smile. His eyes gleamed coldly, and his voice carried a mocking chill.
"It's rare for me to fight someone stronger than me...
Unless they provoke me first."
"Enough sleep."
In an instant, the ground beneath him darkened. One after another, the Fallen emerged from the shadows.
Azarath raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Interesting… These aren't summons. Not undead either. Hm… hahaha. Very interesting." He stepped forward slightly, his eyes darting between the Fallen and Daniel.
There was something strange about the aura Daniel was giving off.
Close to Rank C—maybe even at its peak.
But Daniel's recorded rank was just D. Based on the energy Azarath could sense, he was barely even mid-D at best.
Something didn't add up. Logic alone couldn't explain this.
