Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

The forest trembled at the transformation of the Verdant Titan as it stood like a god reborn, with its golden-vined wings stretched wide as ancient bark glistened with life energy.

Every step it took cracked the ground, and every breath it exhaled stirred the wind as if nature itself knelt to its will.

Its molten-gold eyes locked onto Daniel, who stood alone, calm, unshaken amidst the shattered terrain.

"You mock me," the Titan growled, its voice echoing with generations of pain and pride. "I, anointed by the First Grove, bearer of the Verdant Core, guardian of the Roots, am ignored by a mortal?"

Daniel raised his gaze, and his expression was cold. Not cruel—just indifferent.

Like he had heard these speeches before.

Though it wasn't the same words, it reminded him of Revan.

"You done?" Daniel asked in a low tone. 

The Verdant Titan roared in response, with its fury shook the heavens.

As a result, trees in the distance bowed, birds scattered, and even the light dimmed under the weight of its wrath.

[: Thorn Cataclysm :]

The air shrieked as golden thorns burst into existence, hundreds, maybe thousands of them.

They spiralled from every direction, thick as spears, faster than arrows, glowing with divine venom and nature's wrath.

They blotted out the sky and surrounded Daniel, leaving no path to escape.

The monster's voice thundered, righteous and vengeful.

"Be torn, devoured, impaled! Even your void cannot escape nature's law!"

But Daniel didn't flinch.

Instead, he slowly raised his hand with his palm open.

His body darkened—not with darkness, but with something far older.

Something that made the thorns pause midair, trembling as if they remembered… fear.

[: Aura of Annihilation: Essence Devouring :]

A pulse echoed from Daniel's body, silent yet deafening to the world around him.

It wasn't destructive in the way of explosions or fire.

It was… hunger.

Primordial hunger.

The moment the thorns entered the invisible radius around him, they began to wilt.

One by one, they turned brown… then grey… then cracked like ash, fluttering to the ground as dead leaves.

The Thorn Cataclysm—nature's rage made manifest- was devoured at its root.

Their essence was drained.

"No…" the Titan's voice trembled, eyes wide. "No, that's not possible—"

It staggered back a step, the earth groaning beneath its weight.

"Those thorns were born from divine sap! My blood! My forest's soul! How… how can they be erased?!"

Daniel lowered his hand, the last of the dead leaves brushing against his boots.

"Because everything," he said quietly, "has an end."

His eyes glowed faintly—pale silver laced with violet.

The Verdant Titan stared in disbelief, its core flickering, its body quaking with the realisation.

What it was facing wasn't a mortal, but something else that can't be defined and wrapped in mortal flesh. 

The Verdant Titan's golden core flared violently, overwhelmed by disbelief.

Its colossal form trembled, not from exhaustion, but from something it had never once felt in its eternal existence.

It was an absolute fear. 

Desperate to prove its power still mattered, the Titan raised both arms—and with a roar that split the sky and churned the wind, it summoned thousands more thorns.

Each of them gleamed with a golden aura, sharp enough to pierce through iron, empowered by the life force of centuries-old roots and mana from deep beneath the forest.

The very trees bowed and withered as they faced this final onslaught.

"I WILL BREAK YOU!" it bellowed.

But Daniel didn't flinch.

His silver eyes flickered faintly, like distant stars that had long since died.

He raised both arms slowly, effortlessly, almost lazily—as if indulging a child's tantrum.

[: Aura of Annihilation: Essence Devouring :]

A surge of invisible power pulsed out from him, and again, the world responded.

The thousand thorns met the edge of Daniel's aura and withered mid-flight.

There was no resistance and no noise.

They aged, cracked, and crumbled like leaves at the end of autumn—lifeless, drained of all essence before they ever reached him.

The Titan recoiled—its entire towering form stiffened.

"What… what are you…?"

It couldn't comprehend it.

It had faced tyrants, ancient predators, even weathered a thousand years of storms and hunters—but this…

This was something else entirely.

"How can a mortal possess such power…!?" it cried. "I've never seen anything like it!"

Its voice trembled.

Panic began to rise behind the fury in its molten-gold eyes.

Still unwilling to accept the truth, it growled low and reached deep within its roots.

[: Eternal Grove Domain :]

The forest pulsed, and reality itself rippled.

A soft hum echoed as an invisible dome formed around the battlefield, cutting them off from the outside world.

The trees, the vines, the land—all bent to the Titan's will.

Inside this Eternal Domain, its regeneration increased, its strength amplified, and all enemies were cursed with withering life force and slow decay.

It roared, triumphant.

"You're sealed now!" it declared, confidence returning. "This is my world—you will rot here, intruder!"

But Daniel… only smirked.

His eyes glinted—not with arrogance, but with something far more chilling.

"Is this…" he began softly, "your full power?"

He tilted his head, and in that moment, his presence shifted.

At that moment, a fragment of reality bent and it broke. 

And he whispered...

[: End of Epoch :]

A skill that was born through complexity and its nature was not of this world. 

An unnatural command forged through destruction, annihilation, and the very Abyss itself.

A power that whispered to the world: end.

Daniel's voice was quiet, barely more than a breath.

But it carried weight that no creature, no god, no law of nature could defy.

"End."

A pulse rippled through the domain.

And then…

The Eternal Grove Domain...a power it had obtained through countless efforts was...ceased. 

It didn't shatter and explode. 

It simply…ended. 

Gone. As though it had never been cast. As though it never existed.

The Titan's vines fell limp. Its wings drooped. The glow of the Earth dimmed.

And in that moment, it felt something no godly being should ever feel.

Powerlessness.

"N-No… what is this…?" it muttered, taking a step back. "What kind of power is this…?"

Its voice cracked.

"This shouldn't be allowed! This… this should not exist on this planet!"

It screamed in terror, not just of death, but of what Daniel represented.

But Daniel didn't care.

His eyes were cold now, empty.

Devoid of sympathy, devoid of fury.

Just quiet acceptance of what had to happen.

He looked at the creature once more and whispered...

"End."

And the Titan was gone.

It wasn't destroyed as it had simply ended. 

As though its story had never been told.

As though it had never even begun.