"What!" He was shocked, but he couldn't do anything, as the single hand on his shoulder seemed to suppress all his power, like he was nothing but an ant and could silently be pulled in.
Apollo instantly then disappeared from the battle field. Neither side, whether it was the abyss or the Empyrean sword realm transcendents, understood what just happened.
Confusion spread across the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Apollo found himself standing on unfamiliar yet deeply familiar ground.
He had been teleported elsewhere.
As his senses adjusted, recognition dawned on him—it was the Sword Tomb.
He had remained here for decades in the past, yet now it appeared different. The vast graveyard of swords was gone. In its place stood only a single rusty old sword embedded in the land, solitary and silent.
And yet—
Apollo could still feel it.
