The Ghostly Fla clan warrior that ca out was different, as his eyes seed to have light, not like the other Ghostly clan mbers that showed up before, who were like so corpses who are dead inside and attack without much thought.
They clearly have so issues, as it seed their mind wasn’t right. But this Ghostly Fla clan mber was not only powerful but also seed in perfect control.
"Ohh, why shouldn’t I co here?" Apollo said, looking at the powerful, ghostly Fla Clan guy.
The powerful Ghostly Fla clan mber paused mid-step, its purple-black aura swirling a little faster, a manifestation of its growing agitation.
"The living do not belong here." The creature’s voice was piercing — not a raw roar, but a calm, deliberate delivery that seed to seep into the soul itself.
He raised a hand — a withered, bone-like limb wreathed in purple-black fire — and drew a rune in the air. The rune glowed faintly before fading, a barrier of power locking down the space in a way that even soone of Apollo’s ability would feel its resistance.
As the rune above started to glow more, a hidden barrier around the land seed to disappear slowly, and a brand new world seed to appear in front of them. But the hidden realm wasn’t bright and full of energy; instead, it was filled with death and abyssal energy that seed to corrode any life forms, even the gods.
Apollo narrowed his eyes, extending his senses forward. The mont the barrier fell, a rush of death energy washed toward him — a barren, oppressive aura that gnawed at his flesh, his divine energy, even his soul.
He tightened his grip, letting the gold-and-black Sovereign Flas within him slowly seep out to form a shimring barrier of their own — a barrier forged from pure dominance — keeping the death energy from overtaking him.
Before him, the hidden world opened up in its full, awful glory, a vast landscape of obsidian formations, barren stones, and pools of black liquid that glimred faintly with purple-black fire. The skies above were thick with thunderous clouds made entirely of death energy, their rumbles a chorus of eternal suffering.
The power of purple flas filled with death and abyssal power continued to rise, as now it seed to be backed by the entire hidden realm.
And because of it, the power and destructiveness of the purple flas seed to surpass the true god realm and reach the eternal god realm.
The runic formation covering the entire Rion seed to awaken, and terrifying power seed to gather around them, controlling and suppressing the terrifying flas. But the flas still with terrifying power attacked Apollo and his guard.
This attack was sothing dangerous, as it seed to also have so weird rule power within it that he had never seen before. In fact, it was similar to the weird dark power which the traitor of the Hall of Hell used in Sanctum.
Just like that power, it also seed to be not from their universe. So he had to be a bit careful not to fall prey to this mysterious power.
His Black and Gold sovereign flas burnt with the power of fire rules and rules of destruction. The combination of these two rules along with the terrifying sovereign flas seed to create a black sun with a golden glow within it.
It was an unbelievable phenonon that seed to shake all the runic formations surrounding Rion.
The two powers—the purple eternal fla backed by an entire hidden world and Apollo’s manifestation forged by his understanding of the highest fire and destruction’s pure form—collided with a thunderous shockwave. The heavens above trembled. The earth itself began to crack.
Even after their attack collided, the black sun continued to burn, but that wasn’t the end, as it seed to swallow the purple flas and, in fact, started to beco stronger.
"What!" The Ghostly Fla Clan’s powerful elder’s expression changed as it seed to feel horror from the depths of his soul. The purple flas around which can corrode heaven and earth seed to tremble now seed to be trembling like it t its natural predator.
"Hmm, it looks like you are afraid." Apollo felt the fear of the Ghostly Fla Clan’s warrior, but he didn’t have any intention to stop, as after swallowing these flas from the Ghostly Fla Clan, the sovereign flas seed to be becoming stronger.
He even had a feeling if it swallowed the entire fla of this ghostly fla clan warrior, it might have so earthshaking changes in it. So naturally he wouldn’t stop; instead, he increased the intensity of his flas.
The flas continued to burn and devour the land; even the other weak, ghostly fla clan mbers were also caught in it and were completely swallowed and burnt within it.
The powerful ghostly fla clan warrior tried to sever his connection, tried to sever the flow of power that anchored him to his purple fla, but it was already too late. His fate was sealed — the Black Sun was consuming him from the inside out.
Apollo’s grip tightened, his will firm and unyielding. His Black Sovereign Flas grew denser, more profound, until sparks of gold glimred within their obsidian core. The purple flas faltered and then fell silent, their resistance fading in a matter of breaths.
The last traces of the ghostly clan’s warriors scread as their forms disintegrated, adding their power to Apollo’s growing manifestation. The barren landscape began to warp under the pressure — formations shattered, stones turned to ashes, and the very earth trembled.
The mont his flas swallowed the ghostly fla clan warrior, a burst of energy exploded within him as the power of the sovereign flas increased many tis, and mysteries of the rule of fire and destruction started to appear in his mind.
The feeling of enlightennt made his understanding of these two rules increase rapidly.
In a matter of monts, his rule of destruction broke through the third layer, while his rule of fire broke through the third layer directly from the first layer.
The sudden increase made his strength stronger, but he didn’t have the chance to feel excited as the hidden secret realm started to show movents.
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