He drew a deep breath, focusing his senses inward. His understanding of space rules let him dive deeper into this mysterious place and began to filter through the interference, slowly piercing its fog.
Across the landscape — a barren plateau encircled by jagged mountains — he could feel faint traces of sothing hidden... sothing that didn’t belong there.
They remained alert and carefully moved forward through the maze-like environnt filled with different kinds of runic formations. Although those runic formations were weak, surprisingly they weren’t man-made but naturally ford formations, which is very rare.
But for so reason in this land there were quite a lot of them; so were barely able to affect first-rank limit breakers, while the stronger ones barely reached a level where they could hurt fourth-rank limit breakers.
He raised his hand, letting a small thread of his space power seep into the nearby formations. The rune formations glimred faintly in response — a shimring spiderweb-like pattern — then fell silent.
"The laws here... they’re influenced by sothing deep within the land." Apollo fell into a thoughtful silence, trying to piece together what might be causing these formations to manifest.
After a minute they arrived at the place where exactly Felrick saw the ghostly fla clan’s people.
He carefully felt everything around him with his powerful spiritual sense and searched dozens of miles of land.
He turned back toward his guardian. "Stay close. From here on, we move slowly, deliberately — until we uncover the truth."
As he just ntioned, sothing happened, and a burst of powerful and a bit eerie aura covered the land.
Along with the aura, a strange fla seed to appear, and finally they saw so people. They all have purple flas hovering over their heads and have humanoid shapes with pale skin that appeared to fall down at any second.
The aura that flowed from them was heavy, oppressive, a mixture of death energy and elental fire — a manifestation that seed to be the very intersection of two opposing forces.
Apollo turned his head slightly toward his guardian. "Ghostly Fla Clan." He looked a bit surprised and then said to the guardian. "Do not attack first; let’s try to talk first."
The guardian nodded quietly, and then he stepped forward, his own aura blooming just enough to form a protective barrier — a shimring mbrane that kept the oppressive death energy and elental fire from closing in.
But before he could say anything, the group of Ghostly Fla Clan attacked them with eerie purple flas that seed to devour soul and flesh at the sa ti.
He raised his hand, spreading his fingers slowly as if to grip the very space in front of him. An aura of pure domination flowed from him, rippling through the barren landscape.
The purple soul-flas rushed toward them, a hurricane of death-energy ant to consu both spirit and flesh — but when they drew close, the flas faltered, struggling against an invisible barrier.
Apollo whispered quietly, "Looks like we have to do it the hard way."
He tightened his grip. The space itself trembled. The purple fire, suspended in mid-air, began to shrink, fold in upon itself, and break down into shimring motes of soul energy.
The sphere of purple-black fla dispersed, sending a shockwave of pure magic that rippled through the barren landscape. The earth trembled. The weak formations shattered, collapsing into glittering traces of rune energy. The oppressive aura that had filled the area began to fade, disrupted by his power.
He stepped forward, each stride firm yet graceful — a deity descending upon a world.
There were dozens of people from the Ghostly Fla Clan who, now seeing Apollo’s power and aura, were shocked. They felt a terrifying power seed to be crushing them down.
When they were suppressed badly and couldn’t even stand up, a powerful aura burst from the depth of this land.
The mont that aura exploded upward, a colossal pressure fell upon the barren land — a pressure that made even the earth tremble and warp.
Apollo paused, turning his gaze toward the source. The mbers of the Ghostly Fla Clan, already forced to their knees by his overwhelming might, began to tremble even more. But it wasn’t from fear but with excitent.
He narrowed his eyes, extending his senses toward the surging aura. The pressure was thick — a manifestation of power forged over thousands or tens of thousands of years.
His eyebrows raised, letting a shimring barrier of space form quietly around him and his guardian. The earth began to crack, spiderweb-like lines spreading in all directions as purple-black flas rose from the fissures.
"You shouldn’t co here, humans." A cold and chilly voice echoed that seed to make the sky tremble.
A simple yet terrifying figure seed to walk out of the hidden void, which Apollo quickly noticed.
His piercing gaze locked on the figure slowly erging from the hidden void, noting its form, its aura, and its very way of turning chaos into manifestation.
The creature was taller than a man, yet thinner — its limbs almost skeletal, its torso wreathed in purple-black fla. The face was a mask forged from agony: two piercing orbits glowering with an ancient fire that seed to consu everything it fell upon.
Although its aura was still suppressed to peak void god rank due to the prohibitions on Rion, its strength definitely surpassed that.
The mont this strong Ghostly Fla clan mber appeared, the Gold and Black Sovereign Flas that Apollo had rged in the Black Sovereign realm seed to agitate a bit, as they seed to be hungry.
He tightened his grip, forcing his own will to keep the Gold and Black Sovereign Flas from surging forward.
He could feel their growing restlessness — a hunger, a raw and elental need to consu. The Sovereign Flas within him began to spiral quietly, a pair of majestic dragons eager to break free and devour.
He at that mont knew it wasn’t simple, and he could be sure it had so connection with the sovereign realm, as otherwise the sovereign flas wouldn’t react like that.
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