Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 764: Eternal Authority

The pressure... it was utterly unbearable.

The instant that colossal palm neared the point of impact, the entire capital city was enveloped by its looming shadow. The heavens above ceased to be the heavens. Layers upon layers of reality warped and distorted, much like fabric being stretched taut under an immense, otherworldly weight.

And in the presence of such overwhelming power, the defensive forces of this nation were deployed, one after another.

One of the Heavenly Kings extended a hand, forcefully compressing the very Law of Time. Encircling the descending palm, the temporal flow elongated and decelerated, as if the very moment of its fall was ensnared within an invisible mire.

Another stepped forward, and with a single, decisive movement, stabilized the fabric of space itself. A lattice of unseen lines, resembling a colossal prison, unfurled around the palm, aiming to halt its relentless descent.

The third Heavenly King, eyes ablaze with power, redirected its immense energy. A torrent of mana, flowing like water, was channeled to alter the trajectory of the palm's downward path.

And the fourth... he took aim directly at the fundamental concept of 'falling'.

Raising his hand, he exerted a silent pressure, attempting to sever that Law from the attack itself, to simply stop the act of 'coming down'.

For a fleeting instant, all movement ceased.

Multiple Laws, multiple wills, were layered one atop another. The collective pressure generated was so immense that even the surrounding space contorted and fractured.

Yet, the palm... it persisted, still descending, albeit with a marginally reduced velocity.

A collective sigh escaped them. No matter their formidable power, their extensive capabilities, or their esteemed positions at the apex of this nation's might, in the face of mere divine hand, all of it was rendered utterly futile.

They were akin to insignificant, powerless ants, possessing virtually no means to counter this colossal hand.

Was this truly the end? Would the capital be reduced to ruins? Would they all face annihilation?

Such a conclusion was unacceptable! Yet, they understood that no other outcome was conceivable... This was a battle beyond their capacity to handle.

Amidst this unfolding chaos, Valkraz lifted his head. A smile remained on his lips, but this time, concealed behind it was a palpable sense of urgency.

Without uttering a word, he cast a brief glance towards Morkan.

In that precise moment, the space behind them tore open, not with a violent explosion, but with a clean, profound rift that opened directly into the void.

Both individuals, without a second's hesitation, retreated into this newly formed opening. They too possessed no chance against the descending hand, and its impact would spell their demise.

Although all pathways within the capital were sealed and escape was impossible for the others, this restriction did not extend to them or Alaric. Fortunately, their retreat was unimpeded.

However, searching as they might, they could find no sign of Alaric whatsoever...? They had to employ their supreme senses, and upon discerning his location, a cruel sneer contorted Valkraz's face.

Meanwhile, no one hindered their departure. Not a single soul diverted their gaze from the immense palm.

Because every consciousness understood that if this descent was not thwarted, there would be nothing left to defend.

Their attacks, one after another, met with failure. Despite this grim realization, their resistance did not cease.

They unleashed one after another of their Guild's most potent armaments, their ultimate trump cards, and every resource at their disposal... but it proved to be in vain.

The beam of light from the first Heavenly King, upon contact with the palm... simply vanished. It neither deflected nor detonated; it was as though it had never manifested into existence.

The spatial cage, painstakingly constructed, began to crack. Its interwoven lines disintegrated, collapsing one by one.

The Law of Time... shattered into irreparable fragments.

The flow of time snapped back to its normal cadence, and the palm's descent accelerated once more.

Even Schneitz, mustering all his strength, advanced. Moonlight intensified around him, condensing to such a degree that it warped the surrounding space. With a crushing weight, he pushed towards the descending palm.

For a few crucial moments, the palm's descent... halted.

But only for a brief interval.

One of the Heavenly Kings, his voice betraying a tremor for the very first time, declared:

"...We cannot hold it!"

This pronouncement, like a death knell, reverberated across the battlefield.

In the midst of this escalating crisis, Daniel remained motionless, a silent observer.

All others were consumed by the immediate peril, affording them no opportunity to notice him. If he chose not to intervene, they lacked the power to compel him.

Furthermore, he himself lacked the available time for such action. In these critical seconds, every moment was of paramount importance.

On the contrary, Daniel's gaze remained fixed upon the descending palm, and deep within his eyes, a subtle transformation began to occur.

He emitted a soft exhalation. It appeared his decision had been made.

"...There is no other way." With deliberate slowness, he raised his hand and reached into his inventory.

From within, he produced a single sheet of paper. At first glance, it appeared utterly unremarkable – a simple piece of paper, devoid of any special luminescence or arcane energy waves.

However, upon closer inspection, for those capable of perceiving its profound essence, it was imbued with something that defied conventional description.

The most fitting descriptor one could offer... was eternity.

An unending current, tranquil yet absolute, seemingly detached from the very fabric of reality.

Eternal Authority."I really didn’t wish to deploy it here..." Daniel’s gaze lingered on the item for a moment. It was one of the coveted rewards from conquering the Eternity Pagoda, an artifact he had acquired from the Library, rumored to possess the power to slay even a god. He had truly hoped to reserve it for a confrontation with a god or a Demi-God, but circumstances left him with no other recourse. With a decisive motion, he tore it. In that precise instant, the world became still. All sound ceased. The wind itself halted. Mana dissipated. Time, like a clock suddenly frozen, was locked in place. Even the colossal palm, suspended mid-fall, became utterly motionless. Life and death, the threads of fate, the very river of time—all converged and stopped. Daniel’s eyes turned stark white, devoid of any discernible emotion. Only… a judgment. Within the profound silence, his lips moved. "This phenomenon… shall be expunged from eternity." Though his voice carried no sound, the world perceived its decree. Then, nothing unfolded. No great explosion. No violent collision. The palm merely started to fracture. These were not cracks upon its surface, but rather a shattering of its very "existence." It dissolved into dust, not through destruction, but as if it had never been. A heartbeat later, everything resumed. Sound, light, mana, time—all began to flow once more. However, the sky was now vacant. The palm… was gone. A palpable silence descended upon the battlefield. The Heavenly Kings, the National Rank Awakened, every single one of them, turned their attention unwaveringly towards Daniel. No words were spoken, yet their gazes held disbelief, awe, and a profound sense of gratitude…? And something more primal… a dread they dared not articulate. "...What was that?" Kaiser inquired softly, his voice low. "...It makes no difference now," Adrian responded, his eyes still fixed on Daniel. He paused momentarily before continuing. "He rescued us." A collective sigh of relief rippled through the assembled figures. They were finally safe! That monstrous hand had simply vanished? It defied comprehension; they couldn't grasp precisely what had transpired. But did the specifics matter? They and the entire capital had been spared! That was the sole concern! And the one credited with their salvation was that young man, Daniel! Yet, at that very moment, Daniel’s body began to tremble violently. His aura, which moments before had seemed to command reality itself, started to unravel. Self Transcendence deactivated. His imposing presence diminished, his knees buckled slightly under the strain. His breathing grew labored. "...Do not allow… them to escape..." His voice was frail, yet unmistakably clear. His intent was evident, and even without his words, the others were already resolved to prevent the Goblin Guild scoundrels from fleeing. The Heavenly Kings exchanged grim expressions for a fleeting second before surging forward. Rifts tore open in space, and six formidable presences plunged into the void simultaneously. On the other side of the dimensional tears awaited Valkraz and Morkan, and this time… escape was impossible. A swift yet brutal confrontation ensued. Valkraz and Morkan’s dominion over their Laws crumbled piece by piece. Their vital links to their power sources were severed. Their spirits, battered by the onslaught and the combined might of the Heavenly Kings, began to fracture. Morkan, unable to withstand the tempest, his existence finally disintegrated. Valkraz survived, but the formidable Heavenly King was no more. He collapsed onto the ground. His breathing was ragged, his aura utterly extinguished and shattered, leaving him teetering on the brink of death. Regardless of their prior strength, facing six enraged Heavenly Kings offered no hope, especially when already gravely injured. Morkan, who had only recently attained the rank of Heavenly King, was annihilated without a fight, and Valkraz was left similarly devastated. Rage and malice filled his eyes. How? How could that insignificant wretch nullify the strike of a Demi-God? What infernal trickery had he employed? If not for that contemptible being, their grand scheme would have succeeded! They would have seized dominion over the entire nation! The presence of that irritating piece of detritus had not only ruined their plans but also annihilated everything they sought! "Hahaha, you believe this is the end! Especially you, Schneitz! You might gloat in your victory! But haha, you cannot even fathom what has befallen your son!" And at that precise instant, Schneitz froze. His body stiffened, his eyes widened in horror, and his breath hitched. "…No." His voice wavered for the first time as his gaze dropped, or perhaps, fixed upon something unseen by the others. His eyes locked onto the Moon Spring. "My son… No!"