[: 3rd POV :]
Once the last of the masked tormentors were dragged screaming into the depths of the unknown realm, silence fell upon the chamber.
The once-boisterous room, alive with cruel laughter and vile indulgence, had become a museum of broken spirits.
The victims—men, women, and children—curled into themselves, seeking warmth and safety where none could be found.
They held each other, trembling like leaves in the wind, clinging to the only thing left within their reach, one another.
Their gazes drifted toward Daniel. But there was no relief in their eyes.
Only fear.
They didn't know what he was.
What he had done to the masked ones was something they had never seen—something not even nightmares could contain.
Was he a savior?
Or was he another monster cloaked in power?
Daniel took a slow step forward, the shadows around him receding as he suppressed his overwhelming aura.
His eyes were soft now—pained, unsure.
