APOLLO'S POV
"...Fast."
Far faster than before.
I barely finished the thought before another slash arrived.
I ducked.
A floating mountain behind me divided neatly into two halves.
Each passing second each other becoming stronger than the last.
Another came in again it hit another floating island.
Not exploded.
Not crushed.
Simply...
cut.
One clean line.
"..."
That would've killed me.
No.
It would've cut through every defensive skill I possessed.
Jeremiah confirmed my suspicion.
[Probability of survival if directly struck.]
[Less than one percent.]
"...Comforting."
I needed information.
Immediately.
"Lets try something."
I extended my hand.
Authority gathered.
Gravity compressed.
Heat.
Pressure.
Mana.
Everything condensed into a tiny sphere floating directly in front of Joaquin.
A miniature catastrophe.
Then—
it exploded.
BOOOOOOM!
Joaquin didn't retreat.
He swung.
Once.
The explosion...
split apart.
Not suppressed.
Not absorbed.
