The aftermath of Daniel's unexpected display left the air heavy with tension.
The cultivators exchanged unsure glances, their confidence shaken by his dismissive laughter.
It was as if their carefully constructed plan had crumbled before them, exposing their vulnerability.
Makina's gaze darted between the leader and Daniel, her heart pounding.
The energy on the battlefield was charged with uncertainty, a sense of uncharted territory.
The leader's smugness had vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow and calculating eyes.
As the cultivators hesitated, a low hum resonated through the air.
It was a sound that vibrated with an almost mystical quality, capturing their attention.
At its source stood Daniel, his stance unwavering, a glint of amusement still in his eyes.
"You've put on quite a show," Daniel mused, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.
"But do you think that this would affect me?"