Apollo finally smirked, his gaze locked onto Draven.
"Well? Still curious?" he asked, his tone sharp yet composed.
Draven's expression darkened, but he knew better than to press the matter further. Without another word, he stepped back into the crowd, his challenge defused—but not forgotten.
The Overseer glanced around the room, his presence looming. "Now that this matter is settled, you all can depart. The Three Universe Alliance gathering awaits."
He then moved his hand, and a space portal appeared behind them, leading them to their spaceship.
"Go."
Without hesitation, the gathered warriors stepped forward, one by one, into the shimmering portal.
Apollo followed last, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He could feel the lingering resentment from some, the cautious approval from others, and the silent expectations pressing down on him. It didn't matter. He had long since learnt that respect was not something given—it was something earned through power.
