APOLLO'S POV
I couldn't afford to get hit
Not anymore.
One mistake.
One successful slash.
That would be enough to end everything.
[Should we ask for their help now]
'We should present a good opportunity right now we don't have that'
[But you are struggling]
'That is why you need to help'
[But I am]
'Well I can't feel it'
Somehow I could feel Jeremiah's wisp moving restless across my consciousness as if sulking, as if I have wronged him.
'Just give any hand you can give me'
[But I don't have one]
'Right'
I couldn't help but sigh.
My thoughts may be occupied with my conversation with Jeremiah, however my eyes never left Joaquin's sword.
"...Jeremiah."
[Yes, Creator.]
"Can we cancel that troublesome skill?"
A brief silence followed.
Longer than usual.
Then—
[I have been attempting to analyze it since the moment it manifested.]
[However I have failed.]
"..."
