[: 3rd POV :]
The moment Daniel's words, 'Unmade', settled into reality, the battlefield did not erupt into chaos, nor did it immediately descend into violence, but instead fractured into something far more unsettling.
The silence that followed lasted just long enough for the weight of that single word to sink into every mind present before it was abruptly shattered by laughter.
"Unmade? HAHAHAHA!"
The leader's voice rang out first, sharp and unrestrained, echoing across the warped sky as if the very concept amused him beyond measure, and soon after, the rest followed, their laughter swelling into a deafening chorus that rolled across the battlefield like a tidal wave of mockery.
"Kid, who the hell do you think you are!?"
The leader sneered, stepping forward with an expression that bordered on insulted amusement, his presence pressing outward as though he sought to reclaim dominance over a moment that had momentarily slipped beyond his control.
