The Third Path

"You have.. what-" Roley asked before pausing. His hand rose up to his face, middle finger and thumb gently massaging his temples. It was a habit he had taken in youth, when his constant studies would bring about the most debilitating of headaches, and that had survived throughout the thousands of years he had spent as a cultivator immune from such feeble conditions.

He sighed, then added. "Please, a little more details if you will."

Daniel smiled, but his gaze stayed on the battlefield. There, a new future was taking place. One where the army of cultivators had made use of the chaos created by his attack to fight back. Though, despite his enormous contribution their success continued to not seem likely, for the majority of the fleet they were left to face was still, albeit slightly confused, still functional.

Only after several seconds did Daniel finally turn to face his companions.