Some time later the entire primordial sanctum trembled as it seemed the sky was torn apart.
Boom!
Instantly everyone quickly noticed this and felt the direction from where this phenomenon took place.
"Finally, the time had come."
"This time, I will definitely leave this place!"
"Nobody can stop me."
Numerous voices and roars filled with excitement can be heard throughout the sanctum.
The atmosphere twisted with anticipation. A final war was about to begin.
Apollo also locked his target as he also went towards the entrance that just appeared.
Without hesitation, he moved. Each step was silent, yet it carried the weight of a thousand battles. The ground beneath him cracked faintly, and the shattered mountain he had emerged from continued to crumble in his wake.
Hundreds of thousands or millions of inhabitants, along with the surviving geniuses in the sanctum, make their way toward it.
The land trembled under their march.
