Apollo stood tall amidst the ruined battlefield, silver light still dancing around him, eyes glowing with calm dominance.
He had done it. He had broken through.
"Hahaha… In the end… I still didn't survive."
Sanctum warrior's voice was hoarse, mad — laced with bitter mockery and a tinge of sorrow.
"But don't be so quick to celebrate, boy… You'll follow soon enough."
His eyes, dimming like dying stars, stared straight at Apollo, gleaming with twisted conviction.
"Everything ends. All power, all glory, all light — it all turns to dust. No one can stop it. Not even you…".
Cracks spread across his soul like shattered crystal. His aura collapsed inward. The Rule of Ice — once mighty — fractured and dissolved, leaving behind only echoes of frost on the battlefield.
"No one escapes… the end."
And with those final, chilling words, his body gave way to oblivion, vanishing into nothingness, leaving the battlefield silent save for the shimmering moonlight left in Apollo's wake.
