"That skill really had remarkable sealing power," Daniel thought to himself, glancing at the bodies of the two women. That seal was actually powerful enough to seal even a national awakened.
And a skill capable of sealing a national awakened was truly rare. In fact, he had never seen such a skill nor heard of it before.
Then he looked at the two women with a hint of admiration. Not really at them, but similarly at the others who had stood against him. After all, the reason they were against him was because they thought he wanted to destroy their world.
Unfortunately, this was just a tower floor, and he was too lazy to explain anything.
"Hmm?" He suddenly felt something, his gaze fixed on the cursed tree.
Only one piece of the fruit’s skin remained! The fruit was almost completely ready.
Daniel moved to return to the tree. At that moment, a faint smile appeared on his face. Finally, that fruit was about to be completed.
Finally, he could eat that fruit. The birth process was no longer underway; everything was complete.
At a point very far from this battlefield, among the desolate ruins, the fruit that had shaken the world for so long now rested quietly on the white branches.
Perfect, and more or less ready. Only one piece of its skin remained.
Daniel slowly turned his head toward the horizon. His golden eyes left the battlefield for a moment, and this small movement made Elisara’s face change color.
The Divine Prophet suddenly stepped forward. True fear could be seen on her face, fear that originated from the depths of her soul.
"No..." Her voice trembled. Fear was evident in her entire body and movements. She was terrified!
The fruit was one step away from completion, and the world was coming to an end!
Ragnar also realized at that moment. He was no simple warrior; he had spent his entire life in battle and could recognize changes in an opponent better than anyone.
His eyes narrowed, and then a deep frown appeared on his face, because he too understood that thing had been born.
The Holy Emperor also clenched his fist. The light around his body trembled.
"If he reaches it..." He didn’t finish the sentence, because there was no need; everyone knew.
Daniel took his first step. Space collapsed beneath his feet, not because of power, but because these dimensional layers themselves could no longer tolerate his presence.
After Seraphina’s death, this place had been too damaged and could collapse at any moment.
And at that moment...
"Stop him!" Elisara shouted.
For the first time, the Divine Prophet’s voice shook the entire sky.
"Do whatever is necessary!"
"Just don’t let him reach that fruit!"
The Holy Emperor moved without a moment’s hesitation.
[Saint’s Funeral March.]
Thousands of luminous saints once again covered the entire sky, but this time none had come to attack.
All of them transformed into a massive wall. A wall of light, a wall of faith, a wall of thousands of years of history blocking Daniel’s path.
But Daniel didn’t even look at them, just took his second step, and all the saints were destroyed.
Ragnar raised his sword at that moment. Blood flowed from his entire body, and the Dragon Emperor’s heart roared once more.
[Dragon Emperor Ascension.]
The last remnants of his power exploded. Dimensions cracked, and millions of kilometers of space trembled.
His sword descended, and for the first time, Daniel was forced to raise The Heaven’s Honor.
The two blades clashed. No sound was heard, because no sound remained that could describe that collision.
The entire world went silent for a moment. Then... Daniel’s arm moved back slightly.
Only a few centimeters, but that was enough for Ragnar to laugh, blood flowing from his mouth.
"Good, that was really good..." For the first time, Daniel looked directly at him.
"But I’m sorry, it’s all over here." Suddenly, a terrifying energy of death erupted from the sword, and before Ragnar even realized what horror was approaching him,
Suddenly, the Supreme Sword Aura also covered The Heaven’s Honor’s blade, and that same aura caused the strongest Eternal Warrior’s sword to crack and break.
"This? The peak of swordsmanship? So this is the highest level of swordsmanship?" Ragnar’s eyes gleamed. Instead of being afraid or sad about death and regretful, his eyes shone with joy.
Before dying, he had managed to glimpse a level far beyond his own swordsmanship.
The blade suddenly entered his body and pierced his heart. Daniel, by activating the Law of Destruction, did not forget to completely sever and destroy this person’s semi-immortality.
"My dear, I’ll come to you soon," Ragnar muttered to himself and sighed.
"And thank you for showing me the highest level of swordsmanship." And then he thanked his enemy.
Seeing that scene, Elisara felt her soul on the verge of collapse. The strongest Eternal Warrior was dead too!
So she raised her head to the sky, to a place beyond the sky, beyond the stars. Beyond the world.
And she shouted.
"How long are you just going to watch?!" Her voice echoed through the sky.
"How long are you going to wait?!"
"If you don’t move now... nothing will remain!"
The entire world trembled. Even Daniel turned his gaze toward her for a moment.
But no answer came. And no Half Step-Divine appeared. Only silence. A silence more terrifying than any other answer.
Elisara quietly closed her eyes and felt despair. They were alone. Unfortunately, completely alone. It seemed even those ancient old men did not want to help.
Daniel looked away from the sky and made his decision at that moment. His golden eyes fixed on Elisara, then on the Holy Emperor and Ragnar.
He was no longer in a hurry, but now these three were obstacles, and obstacles needed to be removed.
The Heaven’s Honor slowly rose.
At that moment, Elisara’s face lost its color. She suddenly felt a very ominous feeling.
"Emperor!"
He understood too. The Holy Emperor smiled, tired and calm and very old. Then he detached the broken saint’s ring from his body.
[Saint’s Last Halo.]
The last remnant of thousands of years of history. He clenched it in his fist and broke it.
The world’s light exploded. All the faith gathered over thousands of years of the church was released.
Not part of it, but all of it. And for a moment, the Holy Emperor transformed into a being beyond himself.
His light even dimmed the sun. And then he appeared directly before Daniel.
Daniel’s sword descended, and the Holy Emperor resisted with all his power. All dimensions broke, all spaces seemed destroyed.
But in the end, the blade passed through, and the light was split in half. The Holy Emperor’s body stood still.
Still upright, still straight, still like a ruler. And then he smiled.
"I’m sorry..."
"I couldn’t do more..." His body turned into millions of particles of light and disappeared.
Elisara, the last survivor, screamed, tears of blood flowing from her eyes. But she did not flee, did not retreat.
She only looked at Daniel, with endless hatred and anger.
She had not intervened much in this battle. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she truly was not more powerful than any of them.
Her semi-immortality had been granted by the gods, and she had been protected by the gods until now. But there was no longer any sign of the gods.
[Fateburn Revelation.]
Thousands of futures burned simultaneously. Hundreds of years of her life were destroyed. For the last time, she saw the future. And then she smiled.
A small, quiet, but bitter smile. Because in all the futures, there was only one image.
There was no future for their world.
"So in the end, I couldn’t change anything..." She sighed.
Then the sword descended, and the Divine Prophet passed away, without a scream, without resistance.
"It’s finally over." Daniel sheathed his sword and glanced at the ruins.