[: 3rd POV :]

A month had passed since Daniel began his silent war against the Zero Organisation.

In that brief span of time, the Human Continent had changed.

Every sunrise brought new rumours, and every night, cities buzzed with awe and disbelief.

Tales of a lone figure, cloaked in darkness, silver-haired, violet-eyed, had spread like wildfire. People spoke his name in reverence, in fear, in hope. Daniel.

Entire fortresses that once belonged to the Zero Organisation had crumbled to nothing.

Their soldiers, their experiments, their leaders, all erased in moments of void-born destruction.

Yet, where annihilation reigned, life followed.

Hundreds, sometimes thousands of captives appeared outside nearby towns, trembling but alive, saved by a power that felt divine.

The nobles called him the Void Saint.

The common folk whispered the Abyssal Saviour.

But for Empress Melaria Valenhardt, his mother, it was more than a legend.

It was a heartbeat reborn.

Every report, every witness, every trail of violet energy only deepened her conviction.

"He’s alive," she told herself every night.

"My son... he’s alive."

Word of Daniel’s crusade spread far beyond human borders.

Even the ancient forests of Aelvion stirred with whispers.

Inside the Crystal Hall, beneath the glowing branches of the Worldroot Tree, stood Celaria, the Elf Empress.

Her long green hair shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight, her golden eyes reading through the reports brought by her messengers.

"Is it true?" she asked quietly.

One of her generals bowed deeply.

"Yes, Your Majesty. A human boy, Daniel, has been dismantling the Zero Organisation’s networks across multiple continents. Not even the remnants of their magic remain."

Celaria’s fingers tightened around the crystal scroll.

The Zero Organisation had plagued even the elves, stealing their kin and selling them as slaves.

"...Daniel...when can I meet you again...?" she whispered the name, tasting its weight.

She turned toward the open window, where moonlight cascaded upon her silver armour.

"Prepare the Valkyrian Guard," she commanded. "If Melaria is truly leading this hunt, we’ll join her’’

’’This may be our only chance to end the Zero Organisation once and for all...and also...to meet him once again...’’

At the same time, three familiar figures—the rulers of the neighbouring kingdoms—stood in a war council chamber.

In the shadows of another dominion, Kiel, the Demon King Prince, clenched his gauntleted hand as he listened to the same reports from his generals.

"A boy with silver hair and violet eyes," one of them said nervously.

Kiel’s expression softened, rare for one who bore the blood of kings and demons. He looked away, concealing the quiet tremor in his chest.

"So, you’re still alive... after all this time."

His voice was faint, filled with unspoken memories and guilt.

"Then I will not stop until I stand before you again."

At the same time, in the fortress of Wrath’s Dominion, Manork, the Demon Lord of Wrath, slammed his fist against his throne, cracking the black stone beneath.

Flames erupted around him, but not from rage, from sheer emotion.

"That fool..." he growled, though his tone betrayed a rare trace of sorrow.

"He still walks this cursed world, and I wasn’t there when he needed me most."

Far across the ocean, in the Demi-Human Kingdom, Princess Rika stood before a crowd of freed slaves who had gathered to tell their tales of salvation.

Her eyes widened as each of them described the same features: silver-white hair, violet eyes, a calm yet sorrowful smile.

Her trembling hands pressed against her heart as she whispered, "It’s really him... Daniel..."

Within days, Rika abandoned her duties and joined Melaria’s campaign against the Zero Organisation.

Her presence, along with Celaria’s and Kiel’s forces, turned the hunt into an intercontinental crusade.

And as fate would have it, the day came when all four of them, Melaria, Rika, Kiel, and Manork, stood together before the smoking ruins of a destroyed Zero base.

The air shimmered with residual mana; the earth was scorched with violet and black energy patterns, marks left behind by Daniel’s abilities.

Melaria knelt and brushed her gloved fingers against the ground.

"His energy signature... there’s no mistake."

Her voice was faint but resolute.

"He was here."

Rika’s voice trembled as she said, "Then he’s still fighting. He’s alive."

Kiel crossed his arms, his gaze darkening.

"Alive, yes. But for how long can he bear the burden alone?"

Manork turned away, his fiery aura flickering.

"That idiot probably refuses to rest. He always did."

For a moment, silence enveloped them.

Each of them carried their own guilt, memories of the boy who had once stood among them, who had smiled even in pain, who had protected them when they were at their weakest.

Then Melaria rose, her expression shifting from pain to determination.

"We can’t waste time," she declared.

"Every base we destroy brings us closer to him — and closer to the truth."

And so began the month-long crusade, the greatest coordinated strike the continent had seen in centuries.

Under Melaria’s command, with Maiya, the leader of the Sacred Valkyries by her side, the united forces of humans, elves, and demons struck down Zero’s strongholds one by one.

Every battle echoed like a divine retribution.

Melaria’s radiant energy tore through mountains; Kiel’s demonic aura melted steel and stone; Rika’s celestial light purified every trace of corruption.

Manork’s wrath incinerated entire fortresses, leaving behind nothing but molten ruins.

Yet despite their victories, there was no joy, only a haunting emptiness.

Every time they razed a facility, Melaria would demand, "Where is he? Where is Daniel?"

And every time, her questions were met with silence or corpses.

One evening, after a particularly brutal raid, Melaria stood amidst the wreckage, her armour splattered with blood and ash.

Maiya approached, wiping her blade.

"Melaria," Maiya said gently, "you’re pushing yourself too far."

Melaria turned to her, her violet eyes reflecting the shattered moon above. "

Too far?" she echoed bitterly. "Tell me, Maiya, what mother wouldn’t tear the heavens apart to find her child?"

Maiya sighed. "I understand, but—"

"No," Melaria interrupted, her tone softening but firm.

"You don’t understand. Every time I destroy one of their bases, I hope, I pray, that I’ll find him. But all I find are chains and corpses. And still, something tells me he’s close. That he’s fighting, just as I am."

Maiya expression softened.

"Then we’ll keep fighting until you find him. Together."

Melaria smiled faintly, exhaustion creeping through her eyes. "Thank you, Maiya’’

As she turned her gaze to the horizon, her divine aura flared, a beacon that illuminated the darkness of night.

"Daniel," she whispered after every battle, gazing into the ash-filled wind. "Are you watching me?"

Meanwhile, far away, Daniel stood atop another ruined fortress, his cloak fluttering against the howling wind.

The world below him glowed faintly from the remnants of his last battle.

He had no idea that across the lands, his mother, his friends, and those who once shared his childhood pain were all chasing the same path, each drawn by the same unspoken bond that had never been broken.

The continent trembled under his name, and the legend of Daniel, saviour, executioner, phantom, had only just begun.

Far away, beyond the horizon, Daniel stood alone in a wasteland of black stone and fractured time.

The remains of another Zero facility floated in the air, half-absorbed into nothingness.

His body shimmered faintly, his aura a blend of void and stellar radiance.

System messages flickered before his eyes, countless lines of text announcing his endless ascension.

[: You have destroyed a Zero Organisation Core Base :]

[: Title Acquired: Abyssal Deliverer :]

He exhaled quietly, his breath shimmering with fragments of energy.

"Titles, rewards, power... none of it matters," he muttered.

He lifted his hand, watching the energy swirl between his fingers—divine, destructive, endless.

"The more I destroy... the more I’m closer towards my goal."

"I’ll meet all of you one day," he said softly, his voice echoing through the empty world. "And when I do... the Zero Organisation will cease to exist."

He closed his eyes, stepping into the void as reality folded around him.

Another base awaited.

Another reckoning.

Across the Human Continent, hope and fear grew side by side.

The name Daniel was now a legend, spoken in prayers, in taverns, in battlefields.

The Empress and her allies marched across the land, chasing both vengeance and reunion.

And somewhere between the silence of destruction and the whispers of fate, a mother and her son, bound by blood and destiny, drew ever closer.

The universe watched in silence as both light and void converged, heralding the dawn of something far greater than any of them could imagine.

The storm was no longer coming.

It was already here.