Apollo's pov
The sun came and it marks the first dawn of the blood season. I look at the piercing light. Unexpectedly the clouds that brought the heavy snow was wash away when i summon the power of the stars.
"Finally done" I muttered feeling somehow relief that I no longer felt any significanty strong magical beasts marching forward but more importantly it seems the horde is decreasing. Even with thier thoughts turn off they could sense danger and thus sensing the death of a powerful being, they could feel that retreat is more beneficial than wasteful death. After all sensing danger is something any beings have.
And so when the back up that will replace us arrive they didn't have a hard time defending the mine. On the other hand I found out that my friends who was supposed to be resting, returned to thier respective post when they heard Alicia leaving to fight a mysterious monster.
"I should have have told them I was with her"
