The Tenth Winged Vessel
[: 3rd POV :]
As the 9th Winged Beast's lifeless form crumbled to the ground, Daniel gazed at its remains with a tumult of emotions swirling within him.
Triumph, relief, and an unyielding victory flickered across his face.
He exhaled deeply, the weight of his rewards evident in his eyes.
"Finally, I have defeated all of the beasts," he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration as he clenched his fist tightly.
Each Winged Beast, renowned for its unparalleled destructive prowess, had fallen by his hand.
It was a feat no one had dared to attempt, let alone achieve.
Yet, Daniel had accomplished the impossible, standing victorious over creatures that had long been the stuff of legends and nightmares.
Despite his monumental achievement, Daniel's heart pulsed with anticipation.
Defeating the Winged Beasts, as daunting and glorious as it was, had never been his ultimate goal.