Seeing this, he quickly used all his strength and with lunar law. His surroundings were instantly enveloped in an ethereal glow of silvery moonlight. The air around him cooled as shards of ice formed, creating a protective barrier. The moonlight radiated from his body, shimmering like liquid silver, clashing against the golden flames.
Sizzle. The sound of ice evaporating filled the chamber as the two opposing forces collided. Apollo gritted his teeth, feeling the strain of maintaining his barrier.
"What the hell is this flame?!" He muttered, his brows furrowed.
Although he had a tough body, stronger than some divine metals, he felt the flames were just hot. However, they seemed to have the ability to damage directly by bypassing his physical body's defence and doing some true damage.
The runes floating in the chamber flared in response to the golden flames, and Apollo noticed something peculiar—each rune seemed to resonate with the flames, amplifying their intensity.
