APOLLO'S POV
My gaze lingered in his direction.
Acting all good if it's for your benefit.
I used my control over the dimension to teleport Joaquin away from us.
'I need time alone with this bastard.'
[Please have more control, Creator.]
Control?
My mind was still hazy. My mind still hadn't recovered.
And so was my body.
The demonized skill made my stats higher, however my fatigue was still there.
Still.
'I'm okay, Excalibur's light healed me.'
I wasn't lying. It really did.
Though that didn't change anything.
I'm still pissed.
With the old king gone, Lorenzo was vulnerable, so all I could do was—
"Why aren't you smiling?"
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
I said as I used my spear's shaft to knock the wind out of him.
"Come, look at me. Isn't this what you wanted to see?"
The madness in my eyes was evident.
A twisted obsession had already wrapped around my wicked heart.
I felt like a deranged patient that couldn't resist his little addiction.
I knew it was wrong.
