[: 3rd POV :]
Throughout countless ages, the universe did not tremble the moment a king chose to conquer.
It only trembled when any significant being made an impactful decision.
Within the vast expanse of his Territory, Daniel Valenhardt stood alone.
There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above his head.
He stood at the centre of a boundless domain that reflected neither space nor void, but something in between, an authority-space born from his existence as a World Sanctum.
Before him stretched an endless horizon of light.
Stars flickered across the darkness.
They were not natural stars.
They were worlds.
Each radiance pulsed faintly, layered with information only he could perceive: mana density, planetary rank, defensive fortifications, sovereign signatures, population scale, dominant races, alliance affiliations.
Some glowed steadily.
Others shimmered violently, unstable or heavily contested.
