"Apollo, my most loyal believer. You are still alive."
Before Jinwei could speak, waves of thick, black mist billowed from his body, coalescing into a tall, slender, and illusory figure.
His eyes were scarlet, and his gaze fell upon Apollo with distinct gratification. "Just as I'd expect from my favorite believer."
When Apollo saw the tall figure, he froze. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "...Lord."
"Lord?! Is it you? How can you be... how can you be outside? When did you get out? What... what in the world is going on?" Apollo was overcome with ecstatic joy, so excited he was babbling.
He originally thought it would be a long time before he would see his Lord again.
He never imagined that his Lord had actually emerged!
Apollo trembled with excitement. 'This... this means that even if those Beast Gods planted their seeds ten thousand years ago, they can't stop our advance now!'
'This continent is, and always will be, ours!'
