Apollo stood, wide-eyed. It wasn't just him, but it felt like the whole of the Valdi were feeling suppressed and restrained.
There was a great amount of suppression between Paladins and Holy Knights, something Grey had already experienced. However, when the Class gap was substantial enough, that suppression was greatly weakened.
As powerful a Paladin as Grey was, his Class was only of the Established tier, while most of his enemies were far beyond at Vanguard, often at worst.
But right now…
Apollo's knees felt weak, a cold sweat matting his brows.
He couldn't even react when Grey vanished, driving a fist into his gut. He keeled over, vomiting up what food he had just had with Zara.
In that moment, he could only be happy that he had been in too much of a rush to keep to his promise and bring her here.
