One thread of insight after another flashed through Daniel's mind.
But what concerned him the most was a disturbing trend: the sovereigns of every major race all seemed to possess hidden trump cards of extraordinary power.
Take the Elven Queen, for instance.
When Daniel had challenged her, he had been on the verge of victory, moments away from killing her.
Yet at that critical instant, she had unleashed divine power—sealing Daniel completely within a god-forged prison.
It was a sobering reminder.
If he ever had to fight any of these racial monarchs again, he'd need to be far more careful.
They weren't just rulers—they were walking disasters waiting to be triggered.
Still, despite the outcome of their duel, the Elven Queen had been quite gracious.
Not only had she agreed to crown Daniel as an honorary king of the Elves, she had also permitted the construction and propagation of the Infinite Divine Temple within Elven lands.
