Darkness!
Profound!
All around him was filled with thunder, thunder so deep and oppressive that Daniel instinctively felt a sense of suppression the moment he arrived.
Yet this was not ordinary thunder; these bolts of lightning carried the power to wound the soul itself.
Of course, Daniel's soul at present was already unimaginably strong, and such strikes could not truly inflict any permanent damage upon him.
Even so, they brought pain, and that pain was not easily ignored.
Exile—this place truly lived up to its name. It was no place that could be called good.
When Daniel finally gathered his bearings, he realized that he now stood in a space unlike any other he had ever stepped into.
Surrounding him was nothing but a great void, an emptiness akin to the boundless expanse of a cosmos stripped of all stellar light, a hollow sensation of infinity.
After confirming his arrival, Daniel immediately opened his task list.
