The power twisted his mind, and soon he grew cocky, leading his armies in a quest for world conquest.
In every timeline, it ended the same.
Either Typhaon killed everyone, or Daniel was forced to kill Typhaon.
Daniel ran his hands through his damp hair.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"
He was frustrated.
"If I force him to stay normally, he kills himself.
"If I let him do what he wants, he gets killed by other awakeners or he kills the world."
The cycles dragged on.
Failure after failure.
Eighty loops went by but nothing changed.
Daniel was pissed.
His patience, worn thinner than parchment, finally snapped.
Then he remembered—he was supposed to be on a break.
The discovery of the link between Typhaon's death and the Angel's arrival had transformed his holiday into endless work.
Seeking some form of relief, Daniel stepped into the Underworld.
