Daniel stood still. Partly to catch his breath, and partly to synchronize himself. His heartbeat slowed, then faded. His thoughts were scattered.
He had more or less understood the content and purpose of this floor, and he knew what he had to do to end it. Still, he had to hope that his approach would work.
The guardian moved, but this time Daniel did not flinch.
The Heavens Honor rose, and he began to fight with precise, endless control. The clash of blade and fist shook the space.
Daniel did not retreat, and neither did the guardian.
For the first time, Daniel did not let eternity "flow." He kept it fixed. A halo formed around his body that neither expanded nor shrank. Every moment was exactly the same moment.
