His aura flared as he saw what Apollo's intentions were and attacked.
BOOM—!!
The sky split open.
The clouds above the ancestral land were blown apart, and the entire Titanbone basin trembled violently as the sheer pressure of the being's divine fury came crashing down like a collapsing world.
His voice, like thunder wrapped in law, echoed through space:
"You will not take them!"
In that moment, he moved.
A colossal hand, born of power surpassing divine essence and layered in rule of power, materialised above Apollo. Each of its fingers radiated with raw force—each one heavy enough to crush cities, and together, they descended to erase Apollo from existence.
Apollo looked up, eyes narrowing.
He didn't try to block it. Even if he could, he would still be injured, and it didn't make sense to battle such a powerful entity. His main focus was to run.
But Apollo had already prepared for this.
