[: 3rd POV :]

Arcturus' skeletal wings rattled as if caught in a storm of his own fury.

Daniel's calm words had cut deeper than any blade, more insulting than any strike.

His grotesque form, the culmination of every forbidden power he'd carved into himself, crowned by the Blessing of the Apocalypse Knight, should have been enough to make even kings kneel.

And yet, this boy stood there as though staring at an insect buzzing too loudly.

Arcturus' laughter came again, jagged, trembling with rage.

"You dare ridicule me? You dare look upon this form, the apex of despair itself, and call it nothing?"

The Crimson Scythe pulsed in his grip, runes blazing like veins of molten blood, its whispers feeding his madness.

His skeletal chest-maw gnashed with venom, spewing trails of ichor that burned holes in the stone at his feet.

Confidence swelled in him, absolute and unshakable.

With this transformation, he was untouchable; no one, not even the rulers themselves, could withstand him now. He was the chosen herald, the executioner of an age.

He sneered, skeletal fingers tightening around the haft of his weapon until it shuddered with killing intent.

"You think yourself untouchable, boy''

''But I… I am beyond mortality. Beyond kings. Beyond the rulers who sit smug on their thrones''

''With this power," he raised his wings wide, blood dripping like rain, "nothing stands in my path. Not you, not them, not anyone!"

And still, Daniel's expression remained unchanged.

That unshaken calm, that quiet mockery, it burned Arcturus worse than any wound ever could.

"Hmph! It seems like you're still that confident even after witnessing the power that my Lord has given."

Arcturus' voice rang out like a funeral hymn.

"But nonetheless," he hissed, lifting the Crimson Scythe high, "you will be the first to witness His true power!"

His declaration was a roar of fanatic zeal, shaking the chamber walls.

[: Crimson Bones :]

The air split open with a sound like marrow snapping.

Midair, dozens of jagged blood-bones manifested, each one grotesque, writhing as though alive, pulsing with veins of crimson light.

They twisted in the air, their tips razor sharp, each humming with the promise of impalement.

They locked onto Daniel like predators scenting prey, floating for a moment in eerie silence.

Then—

Boom!

They launched forward in a storm of scarlet death, shrieking through the air, cutting grooves into the stone floor as they tore toward him with killing intent.

The mercenaries shielded their faces from the shockwave, some collapsing outright as the oppressive force pressed down on them like a collapsing ceiling.

And yet, Daniel stood there.

Calm.

Unmoving.

His eyes, depthless voids that seemed to swallow the very light of the chamber, watched the incoming barrage with detached stillness, as though it were nothing more than a drizzle of rain.

The moment the first bone closed in, his lips parted, his voice low, unshaken, carrying like thunder whispered into the marrow of every soul present.

[: Aura of Annihilation: Oblivion Pulse :]

Daniel lifted his hand slowly, almost lazily, and then clenched his fist.

The air itself seemed to scream, then ruptured.

A black shockwave exploded outward from him in every direction, an annihilating pulse that devoured sound, light, and matter alike.

The scarlet bones shrieked midair as their forms warped and shattered, each fragment erased into nothingness before it could even touch the ground.

The chamber's walls cracked, torches flickered out, and a hollow silence swallowed the aftermath.

The mercenaries gasped in disbelief. What was meant to be certain death was gone in an instant.

But Arcturus was not shaken.

Within that same heartbeat, he moved.

His skeletal wings cracked like thunder as he vanished from sight, reappearing high above Daniel, the Crimson Scythe gripped in both hands, the scythe screaming with bloody light.

[: Silent Night :]

The weapon was wrapped in a suffocating aura, shadow and blood interwoven into a razor-thin edge of destruction.

The mixture of power seethed with the faint pulse of authority, the kind of dreadful weight only the Apocalypse Sovereign's blessing could grant.

With a howl of fury, Arcturus descended, his scythe aimed directly for Daniel's skull.

"DIE!"

The chamber split with his roar, and the air trembled beneath the force of the strike.

Even the watching guild members shut their eyes, certain the boy's head would be cleaved clean.

And then—

Clang.

No slash.

No blood.

Daniel stood perfectly still, his gaze unchanged, his expression calm.

Two fingers of his right hand pinched the blade of the Crimson Scythe as if it were no sharper than a child's toy.

Sparks cascaded down the weapon, the force of the impact rippling out like a storm restrained by sheer indifference.

Gasps erupted across the hall.

Arcturus' eyes widened, his skeletal grin faltering.

"W-What—?!"

Daniel tilted his head slightly, violet eyes gleaming with quiet mockery.

"Is this all?" he asked softly, his voice carrying more weight than Arcturus' strike ever could.

The chamber fell into silence so heavy it felt as if the world itself paused.

"How can this be…?"

His voice cracked as he stared at Daniel, still pinching the edge of the scythe as though it were no more than paper.

That strike had been imbued with authority, with laws themselves, the kind of power that could bend reality, shatter defences, and even tear apart divinity.

For as long as he knew from the records of old history, none had ever withstood it.

Yet here stood Daniel, unscathed.

[: The Conqueror: Kingbreaker :]

-Contains an anti-divine will that ignores all types of buffs, laws, and authorities.

The very foundation of the guildmaster's power crumbled before this overwhelming truth.

No matter how many blessings, authorities, or divine laws he layered upon himself, they were all stripped bare, rendered nothing but hollow illusions in Daniel's presence.

Against Kingbreaker, all of it was futile.

Daniel's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile.

"Shock? You're surprised that your little authority has been negated?"

His tone was light, almost amused, but his eyes cut sharper than any blade.

The guildmaster snarled, his composure cracking.

"Don't think that just because one attack didn't work doesn't mean the rest won't!"

At once, crimson energy flared from his palm, surging into a vortex of annihilation.

The ground quaked beneath the gathering force, stones fracturing and levitating from sheer pressure.

With a roar, he thrust the attack forward, the energy screaming through the air like a world-ending spear.

The blast struck Daniel dead-on.

But the moment it collided, the energy flickered, unravelled, and dissipated into nothingness as if swallowed by an unseen abyss.

Not even a spark remained.

Daniel didn't move.

Didn't even flinch.

His figure stood untouched, a calm silhouette in the storm of broken power.

The guildmaster's face twisted, veins bulging with frustration as the realisation sank deeper.

"N-No… impossible…!"

Daniel chuckled lowly, the sound echoing like a death knell through the chamber.

"Keep struggling if you want. It makes no difference. Authority, laws, blessings, none of it matters before me."

The guildmaster didn't waste another breath.

His scythe twirled in his hands, leaving trails of crimson light across the air as he launched himself at Daniel like a streak of death.

His body moved with the frenzy of one who had abandoned reason, every strike fueled by the madness of disbelief.

[: Crimson Harvest :]

His scythe multiplied into dozens of afterimages, each slash capable of cleaving mountains, raining down in a storm of death.

Sparks erupted as the storm of slashes crashed into Daniel.

The ground split apart, walls shattered, and the room itself trembled as though it couldn't withstand the sheer force.

Dust and debris cloaked everything in ruin.

But when the haze cleared, Daniel stood there, untouched.

Not even his clothes had a scratch.

The guildmaster clicked his tongue in fury.

"Tch! Fine then… let's see you survive this!"

[: Ghoul's Banishment :]

A cloud of black and crimson mist surged from his body, filling the chamber with ghastly wails of tormented souls.

The mist coiled and struck like serpents, seeking to corrode Daniel's very essence.

The moment the mist reached Daniel, however, it recoiled violently, disintegrating into nothingness as if the abyss itself had swallowed it whole.

Daniel tilted his head slightly, his eyes calm, almost bored.

"That's all?"

"Shut up!" the guildmaster roared, veins pulsing across his neck.

His scythe pulsed with eerie light, and his body twisted with unnatural energy.

[: Blood Requiem :]

He slammed his scythe into the ground, causing crimson chains to erupt from below, each tipped with barbed hooks dripping in molten blood.

They writhed upward like serpents, seeking to bind and tear Daniel apart.

Chains wrapped around him, only to snap the moment they touched him, shattering into fragments of light.

The guildmaster's eyes twitched.

His breath grew harsher, unsteady, and maddened.

Still, he refused to stop.

[: Silent Guillotine :]

In an instant, he vanished, reappearing above Daniel with his scythe descending in a silent arc, carrying the weight of silence itself.

This attack was one he had used to slay beings stronger than himself, where sound, movement, and even resistance were erased.

But Daniel merely lifted his hand.

Two fingers met the scythe's blade once more, and the unstoppable strike was stopped dead.

"Impossible…" the guildmaster whispered, his body trembling.

Daniel's violet abyss-like eyes bore into him, sharp and unyielding.

"No, it's just pathetic," Daniel said.

The guildmaster staggered back, but desperation twisted into frenzy.

His body ignited with raw power as he forced every ounce of energy he had left into one final storm.

[: Dance of the Forsaken :]

His form blurred, splitting into multiple afterimages, each wielding a scythe of blood and shadow.

They surrounded Daniel from all directions and attacked at once in a flurry of devastating strikes.

The chamber lit up with explosions, walls collapsing, the earth splitting apart from the sheer chaos.

Yet amidst the storm, Daniel stood still, unmoving, letting the attacks break themselves against the invisible weight of his existence.

Every strike failed.

Every law was shattered.

Every authority dissolved.

The guildmaster fell back, panting, his face drenched in sweat and eyes wide with restless fear.

His scythe trembled in his grip, no longer with power—but with uncertainty.

"N-No matter what I do… nothing… works…"

Daniel finally moved. He stepped forward, each step echoing like a tolling bell of judgment.

His voice was calm, almost soft, but carried the weight of inevitability.

"I told you. Before me, your strength is meaningless."

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