Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

The moment Daniel's whisper echoed, the throne room quaked like the world's spine had been snapped.

Their auras had clashed, and it was too fierce that the runes carved into the walls fractured. Columns collapsed.

The air pulsed with anticipation.

King Zaros roared violently, swinging his obsidian blade ablaze with spectral serpent heads.

Venomous runes shimmered across the floor, forming a web of corrupt energy meant to bind and bleed.

Yet, Daniel evaporated into nothingness.

[: Void Step :]

He reappeared above the throne.

"Too slow, serpent king." His voice, low and amused, cut through the chaos. 

''How dare you!'' Zaros muttered with rage. 

He snarled and lunged with [: Serpent Dominion:]where ethereal snake-heads whipped from shadow, biting and spewing acid.

Their heads lashed at Daniel, but passed through his warp-shifting body and shattered like lacquer glass.

[: Void Matter :]

Queen Syltharia circled upward, chanting Moonfang Bloom, a glowing crescent-viper of moonlight arced toward Daniel's head.

She followed with Hexed Breath, seeking to charm or paralyse his mind.

Daniel drifted through the air as if walking on water.

Venom spells and moon-sealed enchantments died in the void around him; his aura absorbed them like a black sun.

"Empty tricks," he murmured, extending his hand.

[: Void Singularity :] 

A miniature formed mid-air.

It pulsed—swallowing the serpent-constructs, the king's acid, the queen's moonbeam—every offensive spell she unleashed.

Zaros's roar caught in frost-trembling lungs. "What… what magic is this?"

Daniel tilted his head. "Not magic."

[: Destruction Element Manipulation :] 

He clenched, and a crowd of Destruction Spears tore apart stone, steel, enchantments—all in silence, transforming everything they touched into drifting ash.

Zaros's eyes froze.

He lunged upward, into the sky, ravaged by destruction.

He transformed—massive wings sprouting, scales shining like venom glass.

His Sovereign blessing glowed; pain seeped into the rubble.

He unleashed Toxin Throne, bombs of living venom that exploded in all areas.

Yet Daniel didn't flinch.

[: Essence Devouring :]

He leaned forward, black aura pulsing, draining Zaros's divine poison even as it erupted around him.

"How?!" the King screamed, retreating.

Syltharia, furious, launched into the heavens.

Her wings sliced through space, weaving [Voidkissed Fog]—an illusory haze meant to confuse senses and erode mana.

She formed twin moon vipers with Moonfang Bloom, sending them spiralling toward Daniel's head.

Daniel pivoted with cold grace.

He phase-shifted—Void Matter again—letting the ethereal creatures pass through him.

Then he flicked his wrist and unleashed Oblivion Pulse—a focused shockwave of pure void.

It struck Syltharia in the sky.

Her wings cracked.

Her moon vipers shattered. She plummeted through rifts that opened midair.

Zaros roared, enraged. "How dare you, demon!"

Daniel's aura only deepened.

His presence was a shredder of worlds.

As time passed by, their fight had caused massive destruction. 

Below, the city—once majestic—now convulsed.

Entire districts collapsed as Essence Devouring ate wooden homes, market spires bled into dust, and the streets liquified into a void.

Even the palace gates collapsed.

Soldiers, archers, mages, divine guardians—all froze. Their attacks fizzled in midair—or worse, backlashed as stray mana reversed on them.

A desperate hail of holy fire erupted from the ruins—Toxin Throne countered, corrupting each blast.

Warriors disintegrated spontaneously in bursts of charcoal ash.

King Zaros dropped amidst ruins, his venom-fueled aura raging.

He spat a command: "Serpent's Wrath!"

His body shifted again, tail lashing, fangs dripping with sovereign poison.

He darted at Daniel like a living viper.

Daniel smirked and vanished—Void Step—appearing inside Zaros's coiled tail, tearing it apart with a swipe of his open palm.

His flesh dissolved, and bones evaporated.

The King stumbled, roaring.

Syltharia reappeared, missing a wing.

She hissed and cast Hexed Breath—a venomous, mesmerising wave that twisted perception.

Daniel's vision fractured—but he closed his eyes and let the wave collapse on itself, absorbing the charm into his void.

"All illusions will end with me" he said quietly.

Angry, desperate, Zaros unleashed his final trump—Death Coil Domain—venomous miasma coiling across the battlefield, poisoning mana and life force alike.

However, even his abilities were rendered to nothing when Daniel used Essence Devouring. 

The King, at this point, was utterly speechless.

His once-majestic blade hung loosely in his hand, dripping with his venom.

He breathed shallow, struggling to remain upright, while his massive wings twitched sporadically, weighed down by the weight of his fading power.

Beside him, Queen Syltharia, her delicate frame now a ruin of what it once was, floated in the air, only one wing remaining.

Her body had been shattered by the fury of Daniel's relentless onslaught.

Mana swirled around her, but it was dim, frail, like a candle in the wind.

Her aura, a once vibrant, poisonous essence, was now a sickly pallor.

They were defeated.

The grand throne room, once gleaming in dark opulence, had become a ruin.

Daniel stood amidst the wreckage, untouched, calm as ever.

He stood at the heart of an abyss, the remnants of the kingdom crumbling beneath him.

He had utilised Oblivion Pulse, where a force of absolute annihilation radiated from him like an invisible storm, turning all that stood near him into dust.

Zaros, his regal form crumbling like a doll made of brittle stone, finally mustered enough strength to rise on his trembling legs, his voice a rasp.

"To all loyal subjects—defend the kingdom! Unite or fall!"

He cast his words into the void, a desperate plea. 

All of a sudden, the ground beneath their feet began to splinter, as though the very foundation of reality was being sucked into a black hole.

The sky rippled like thin fabric in the wind, warping and twisting under the strain of Daniel's presence.

Portals flared across the horizon, and in the distance, skyships descended in droves.

Dragon cavalry charged forth, their massive wings creating tremors in the air, their roars echoing like thunder.

Archmages, those gallant defenders of the kingdom, began casting their greatest spells—cataclysmic torrents of fire, ice, and divine light meant to erase any trace of Daniel's existence.

But the instant they approached, their spells unravelled.

The very air itself seemed to devour them.

Daniel walked forward, slow but unrelenting.

''Calling for backup? How useless'' Daniel muttered with eyes that held no warmth. 

At this moment, he was no longer a human, but rather, the incarnation of destruction itself. 

And this time, it was not meant to save but rather to destroy. 

His aura darkened, becoming a suffocating cloud that distorted reality itself.

''No matter how many you bring, it will all end up the same'' He declared as he raised his hand and muttered ''Eternal Collapse"

All of a sudden, a silent ripple pulsed from him, and everything within the kingdom—stone, steel, flesh, and mana—began to break down, dissolving like forgotten memories.

Dragon wings turned to ash, their riders plummeting, their once-proud mounts collapsing into dust.

Skyships disintegrated mid-air, their sails fraying like they were caught in a storm of the void.

Palaces, centuries-old, crumbled as if they were made of sand, foundations dissolving, walls eroding into nothingness.

The very mountains trembled, their stone faces crumbling like ancient ruins, turning to nothingness.

The Eternal Collapse spread, a wave of destruction that shattered everything in its path.

Nothing was spared—no form, no magic, no resistance.

All was erased.

The laughter, smile and all of the emotions that this kingdom had an hour ago were gone just like that. 

What was left was just an empty land...just like the forbidden kingdom, and all lives within the kingdom had returned to nothing. 

When the dust settled, only three figures remained in the echoing silence of the void.

Daniel, standing still, untouched by the storm he had caused.

His silver-violet eyes glimmered, cold and unyielding, as though he had just completed a simple task.

King Zaros, bent in defeat, breathing shallow.

His once-imposing figure now seemed frail, covered in cracks like glass about to shatter.

His venomous power had been stripped, his once invincible body reduced to a mere husk.

And Queen Syltharia, floating helplessly in the air, her remaining wing dragging against the ground.

Her tears fell like the remnants of a broken dream.

Her once-mighty aura, the fearsome power of the Voidscale Serpent, was now only a whisper, dimming, fading.

They knelt on a cracked platform, the earth beneath them still decaying, turning to dust with every passing moment.

The world around them was already a ruin, a hollow shell of what had once been a kingdom that they ruled.

Zaros trembled as he stared at Daniel.

"We… we unleashed a monster...on our kingdom…" he gasped, his voice trembling with both fear and disbelief.

His once-proud arrogance had been shattered, reduced to the rawest form of terror.

Syltharia, struggling to speak, managed only a broken whisper.

"How… how can this exist?"

Her voice cracked, as if the weight of their empty kingdom was hard to bear. 

Daniel stood above them, casting a shadow over their broken forms.

His aura was fading, but not from exhaustion—no, it was the mere presence of his being that had warped the world so severely that even he seemed to be retreating from it.

His voice, when it came, was soft—a whisper that pierced the stillness, like the last breath of a dying star.

"It was nothing more than the consequences of your ancestor's actions"

He looked over his shoulder, toward the horizon-less abyss that remained of the kingdom.

The world was no more than a desolate void now—what was once their kingdom was now a field of broken dreams and empty power.

"And now, I came to erase a pest."

His words were final, and as they left his lips, the last remnants of the land turned to dust.

The King and Queen could do nothing but stare.

There was no fight left in them, no hope. They had lost it all—not just their kingdom, but their very identity, their very existence in this reality.

And Daniel, the bringer of annihilation, took one last glance at the shattered remains of their world.

The King and Queen were left alone in the wreckage.

There was no glory, no salvation in their defeat.

Only a crushing, existential dread.

They had ruled an empire—one that had stood for centuries, one that was blessed by the Sovereigns.

They had commanded armies, controlled realms, and shaped reality itself.

But they were nothing before him.

In the end, all they had left was despair.

And as the last remnants of their kingdom faded into the void, they realised the truth: some powers were beyond the reach of gods, beyond the grasp of rulers.

Some forces, like Daniel, were not meant to be stopped.

In the end...the King and Queen had been erased just like that.