[: 3rd POV :]

As the hours passed, the world had descended into utter ruin.

Continents were nothing more than smouldering ashes, oceans boiled and evaporated in some regions, forests were reduced to skeletal remains, and the screams of billions had long been swallowed by the chaos.

The very sky above was streaked with crimson and black, a reflection of the devastation wrought by the Apostles.

Azarkon revelled in the carnage, his massive form casting a shadow across continents as he crushed the remnants of lives beneath his claws.

Vaelgor’s flames consumed everything in sight, the infernos spreading faster than any natural disaster could have.

Seraphis’s undead army moved with terrifying precision, leaving death in their wake and raising the fallen to continue the endless cycle of annihilation.

And at the centre of it all, Minerva soared high above, her black wings cutting the air, her sword of apocalypse splitting mountains and rending the seas in half.

Yet, amid the chaos, a subtle unease began to flicker in Minerva’s eyes.

"What a joke," she muttered, biting her lip with a rare hint of regret.

"We shouldn’t have used the Spark of Overrule... this planet was hardly worth the expense."

Azarkon’s roar echoed across the shattered landscapes.

"This is just fun! Look at them suffer! Nothing can stop us!"

Minerva, adjusting her grip on her sword, forced herself to maintain composure.

"This will end in a moment... and our Lord will be pleased with the results," she declared, her voice cold and confident.

But all of them, every Apostle, were gravely mistaken.

They had forgotten about the one presence that had never truly bowed, never truly fled, and never truly feared.

Daniel remained standing at the same spot, amidst the ruins, amidst the chaos, untouched and unshaken.

He watched the onslaught as if it were a minor spectacle.

Even now, he did not move.

He did not lift a finger.

The destruction, the fire, the death and all of it passed through his awareness without the slightest mark. And yet... he smiled.

A slow, almost lazy smile that carried the weight of inevitability, of judgment, and of power that defied comprehension.

In that smile was a promise: no matter how high they soared, no matter how much destruction they wrought, nothing, absolutely nothing, would remain unchecked by the Absolute Being.

The Apostles thought themselves the masters of apocalypse.

But they forgot about Daniel, who managed to wound their lord.

"What the hell are all of you doing...?" Daniel’s voice cut through the inferno and devastation like a scythe through silk.

The Apostles, Azarkon, Vaelgor, Seraphis, and Minerva, blinked in confusion.

"What...?" Minerva’s voice trembled, disbelief evident.

Azarkon’s massive claws clenched, and molten veins across his body flickered nervously.

"Wh-what sorcery is this?! We were—"

"We were obliterating this world"

Vaelgor growled, his voice laced with irritation and confusion.

"And now... what the hell happened?!"

Seraphis, usually so composed, floated in the sky, her orb of death energies pulsating weakly, fragments of energy peeling away from it as if recoiling from some invisible force.

"This... this isn’t possible," she whispered, her voice trembling.

All four Apostles now realised, with growing horror, that they were exactly where they had been before they had initiated their ultimate transformations.

The ruined landscapes, the fire, the oceans boiled dry, the undead armies, the shattered cities, everything had reverted.

It was as though the apocalypse they had wrought had never occurred.

Time itself had been rewritten.

Daniel’s expression did not change, but his eyes glittered with quiet amusement.

His calm demeanour radiated an authority far beyond the four Apostles’ comprehension.

[: Ascension of Time :]

A faint ripple spread from his being, subtle but omnipresent.

The air bent.

The very flow of causality seemed to acknowledge him, bowing under the weight of his power.

This was one of the active skills granted by his transformation into Absolute Ascension: the manipulation of time itself.

Not in small increments, not to cheat time itself, but in a way that preserved cause and effect without shattering the laws of the universe.

Daniel’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

"You thought you could destroy my world" he said softly, voice carrying the weight of inevitability.

"You thought your ultimate powers could challenge me?"

’’You were wrong’’

Minerva’s eyes, normally so cold and assured, widened in sheer terror.

Her Spark of Overrule trembled violently in her hands, struggling against an invisible tide.

"This... this mortal... he can manipulate time...?" she stammered.

Vaelgor’s flames sputtered as if rebelling against the law itself.

"Impossible..." he muttered.

Azarkon’s roar reverberated through the sky, half in anger, half in disbelief.

"This... cannot be! How can a mortal possess such power?!"

Seraphis’s shadowy form flickered, her connection to death itself momentarily faltering.

Even she, who had embraced immortality and the powers of the apocalypse, could not comprehend the scale of Daniel’s mastery.

Daniel, standing calm and unwavering amidst the stillness he had imposed, raised his hand slowly.

Time rippled outward like liquid metal, bending the Apostles’ forms in midair.

Their power, their movements, their attacks—all were frozen, undone, or rewound.

"You’ve had your fun," Daniel said, his voice low but cutting.

"Now... watch."

And with that, the world exhaled under his command.

The Absolute Being had begun its true reckoning.

The moment the Apostles realised the scale of Daniel’s power, panic erupted in their divine hearts.

Their earlier arrogance, their laughter at the mortal’s defiance, all of it evaporated under the oppressive aura of the Absolute Being.

Time itself had been bent around him, and the destruction they had wrought was undone as though it had never been.

Minerva’s face paled, her fingers tightening around the Spark of Overrule.

"I... I underestimated him," she whispered, voice trembling.

"This mortal... he’s not just powerful... he’s impossible."

Vaelgor cracked his neck, molten veins pulsing like a warning.

"Enough games. We underestimated him once. Never again," he snarled.

Flames roared from his body, coalescing into suns of fire that blazed higher than mountains.

His ultimate transformation, Incarnation of Flame, surged as he grew to the size of a city, fire raining down upon the ruined colosseum.

Azarkon bellowed, his body expanding, scales sharpening into black obsidian blades that radiated destructive gravity.

His ultimate transformation, Destroyer of Worlds, turned him into a colossal dragon, each wingbeat collapsing skies and seas alike.

Seraphis’s shadows thickened, her entire form becoming a void of death itself.

Her Omen of Death unleashed waves of necrotic energy, cities falling into darkness as undead rose to slaughter.

Minerva’s Reign of Apocalypse enveloped her in black armour and a corona of apocalyptic wings, her sword cleaving continents in half.

"This ends now!" she screamed, her voice echoing across dimensions.

But as they surged forward, Daniel merely lifted a hand.

[: Ascension of Time :]

Time rippled violently around him.

The Apostles’ transformations, their colossal forms, their devastation, everything rewound, undone, frozen in a moment that refused to move.

Azarkon’s roar became a strangled hiss as his form collapsed mid-air.

Vaelgor’s suns of fire shrank to harmless sparks.

Seraphis’s undead armies crumbled into dust.

Minerva’s continents reassembled seamlessly beneath her gaze.

"W-What...?"

Azarkon’s voice cracked as the impossible settled in his mind.

Daniel’s eyes, silvery-white and diamond-shaped, glinted with calm amusement.

"You thought your ultimate powers would matter?" he asked, voice carrying both serenity and menace.

"You thought you could defy me?"

The Apostles recovered, their fury and fear mingling.

They lunged simultaneously, unleashing every shred of power, every law they had mastered.

Reality shattered around them as Azarkon’s destructive gravity claws tore through the colosseum, Vaelgor’s suns of flame scorched the earth, Seraphis unleashed death itself, and Minerva swung continents in a violent arc of apocalypse.

Daniel didn’t flinch.

[: Reality Distortion :]

With a sweep of his hand, Daniel’s power warped the battlefield.

The colosseum, the skies, even the laws they relied upon, twisted into his will.

Gravity reversed around Azarkon, sending him plummeting into his own claws.

Vaelgor’s suns of fire exploded prematurely, consuming themselves.

Seraphis’s death waves faltered, undead evaporating before they could strike.

Minerva’s continents folded in midair, reforming around Daniel’s silhouette like obedient clay.

Daniel murmured.

The air shimmered as he imposed his skill.

[: Divine Alteration :]

He created a miniature orb beneath Azarkon’s feet, reverting his form into nothing while his consciousness screamed against the impossible pressure of nothingness.

Vaelgor’s flames roared to life again, only to be nullified by [: Absoulte Nullification :], Daniel’s ability to dissolve fundamental elements of reality from existence itself.

Seraphis’s shadow approached, but Daniel flicked his wrist.

[: Divine Alteration :]

Rewriting the laws of death mid-cast.

Her Omen of Death unravelled, her power folding back upon itself, as if death itself refused to answer her call.

Minerva’s apocalyptic sword swung down, tearing continents apart, but Daniel’s [: Ascention of Time :] allowed him to stop time, reappearing directly above her.

With a casual gesture, he activated [: Divine Alteration :], sending a wave of energy that rewrote the concept of matter in her vicinity.

The black armour and wings disintegrated, leaving her struggling against a force that ignored power hierarchies, rank, and divinity.

Even as they tried again, their combined assaults became trivial.

[: Ascension of Power :]

Daniel’s hands glowed as he absorbed raw power from the Apostles’ essence, feeding it back into himself.

Every attack they made, every transformation they activated, only served to make him stronger.

"This... this can’t be..."

Minerva gasped, voice faltering.

"No being... no power... no Sovereign... should—"

Daniel tilted his head, a smile curling across his lips.

"I am no being. I am the Absolute. And nothing... absolutely nothing... can stop me."

The Apostles screamed, rage, fear, and disbelief all clashing as they unleashed the last of their power.

But Daniel was already rewriting the battlefield, nullifying their ultimate forms before they could even manifest.

Reality itself had become his weapon, time his ally, and laws his playthings.

With a sweep of his hand, he tore through the space between them, [: Reality Distortion :] turning their attacks into harmless particles.

[: Divine Alteration :]

He solidified the air into crushing pressure, immobilising them and pushing them back into positions that favoured his assault.

Each of Daniel’s attacks was layered with multiple abilities, all operating simultaneously: destruction, void, time, law, and essence, all converging upon the Apostles.

They realised too late that the mortal they had mocked, the human they had underestimated, had become a force that eclipsed even the Sovereign Apocalypse itself.

Minerva fell to her knees as her aura flickered.

"Impossible... he’s... he’s rewriting everything... redefining power... redefining existence..."

Daniel hovered, wings outstretched, diamond eyes gleaming.

The battlefield shook, torn between the fury of the Apostles and the rewriting hand of the Absolute Being.

Mountains crumbled, oceans boiled, and yet, Daniel remained serene, a single figure standing against apocalypse incarnate.

[: Absolute Being: Absolute Ascension :]

Time, reality, and law itself obeyed him.

And the four Apostles, despite all their might, could do nothing but watch as the world itself bent beneath his will.

The Absolute had awakened, and the universe itself had no choice but to acknowledge it.