The rage in Apollo's heart flared. It wasn't just anger anymore; it was a divine fury.
The light around him didn't just shine; it pulsed with the rhythm of a beating heart.
"Shut... up..." Apollo whispered, his voice trembling with a power that made the very air hum.
"What was that?" Rex sneered, stepping forward. "Speak up, little light!"
"SHUT UP!" Apollo screamed.
The explosion of light was staggering. It wasn't a blast; it was a revelation.
The gold and white energy erupted from his body in a perfectly controlled sphere. It wasn't the uncontrolled explosion of a dying star but the precise, focused might of the Apostle of Life.
The light didn't just burn; it reclaimed. Where the light touched the stone, the stone became vibrant and alive. Where it touched the blood stains, the blood seemed to dance.
