The battle reached its climax, a dazzling storm of divine might and collapsing space. For over a hundred exchanges, both sides clashed like celestial calamities, each strike enough to erase small planets, each counter a dance of laws and raw destruction. From a distance, it seemed they were evenly matched — two titans locked in an eternal struggle.
But the truth was far more one-sided.
The warrior from the Sanctum felt it deep in his bones — a creeping, oppressive truth he could no longer deny.
He was being suppressed.
Apollo, radiant with silver light and ever-growing power, was clearly holding back. Each attack he launched was controlled, deliberate — not because he couldn't go further, but because he chose not to. Meanwhile, the man from the Sanctum was being slowly, relentlessly pushed back.
