(God's POV)

In the afternoon at the Southern Territory Royal Garden, sunlight pierced through thin clouds, spilling onto the manicured bushes.

Alexander Stone leaned on a black titanium cane, beads of cold sweat covering his forehead as he struggled to move along the cobblestone path.

His right knee had suffered a comminuted fracture in the dungeon battle. Even after top-tier treatment, every step was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But he refused help from Daniel ...