Apollo quickly noticed the source of energy. It was the unknown seed given by the Black Flame sovereign that started to release mysterious and yet familiar energy. He felt surprised and quickly took out the unknown seed, which started to tremble.
A mysterious energy—familiar yet foreign, ancient yet boundless—pulsed from it, intertwining with his very soul.
The aura was unmistakable.
Sovereign.
Or rather… what remained of him.
Apollo's breath hitched. His hands instinctively reached for the seed, but the moment his fingers brushed against it—
BOOM!
A surge of black and gold flames erupted around him, spiralling into the sky like an unrestrained inferno. The entire area trembled as the energy within the seed expanded, forcing time itself to hesitate.
Gasps echoed from the survivors. The Golden Flame Lord and the two other great flame lords, who had been standing still in grief, turned sharply, their eyes wide with shock.
"This energy—could it be…?"
