Most of the prisoners looked upon Daniel with genuine gratitude.
After all, had it not been for his intervention, many of them would likely have remained imprisoned for eternity, with no hope of freedom.
Yet Daniel, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't shake the sense that something was off.
He began to notice a strange pattern: the angels—those so-called divine enforcers—were avoiding him.
Intentionally or not, they seemed reluctant to face him directly.
Even the ones sent to intercept him were weaklings—mere cannon fodder.
What's more, their numbers were dwindling.
At this point, only a few tens of millions of these "disposable" angels remained in his path.
That was the strangest part.
Given the sheer scale of destruction he had already caused, the angelic race should have responded far more aggressively.
They were powerful. Numerous. Coordinated.
There was no logical reason they'd deploy only this paltry number of underlings—unless they had something else in mind.
