The path to the Celestial Academy stretched out before them, winding through lush, ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets of ages past.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a gentle, shifting pattern of light and shadow on the ground. As they walked, the serene ambiance of the surroundings contrasted with the gravity of the conversation.
The representative couldn't help but express his admiration for Daimon's resilience and strength. His voice carried a hint of respect as he spoke, "Daimon, you truly are powerful. Not many people can withstand the pressure I exerted."
Daimon, his stride confident and his crimson hair catching the dappled sunlight, couldn't help but smile. "Strength is a relative concept, isn't it?" he mused. "In the grand scheme of things, we're all just pieces on a vast chessboard."
The representative raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Daimon's philosophical outlook. "You have a unique perspective, Daimon."
