The world around him dimmed. The light from the gate faded, replaced by an eerie twilight that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.
And then—
Boom!
One of the statues moved.
Not fully. Just a twitch of the massive halberd—and yet it was like a planet shifting, space groaning from the weight. The aura it unleashed was devastating, and if Apollo were an ordinary Void God, he would've been reduced to atoms in an instant.
But he was a bit excited and roared, "Come."
His aura flared as the golden blood in his body started boiling. He wanted to fight this monstrosity with his physique alone, as after his breakthrough, he wanted to test the strength of his perfect physique.
The statue's eyes flared brighter as if acknowledging his challenge.
BOOM!
The halberd, as tall as a mountain, descended like divine judgement. It wasn't fast—but it didn't need to be. Its sheer weight twisted the laws of gravity, dragging the surrounding space into its arc.
