And then they saw him—a lone figure walking out beneath the starlight, hands behind his back.
Young. Calm. Unhurried.
But as he stepped into view, the pressure of the sky shifted. The very space around him twisted gently, as though bowing to his presence.
The ten Void God ancestors narrowed their eyes.
"Who are you?"
Apollo looked at them without blinking. His blue eyes gleamed faintly under the moonlight.
"This is my home. You're standing at its gate."
The simple sentence made several ancestors stiffen.
They were ancestors and survived tens of thousands of years; they quickly understood the person standing in front of them should be the genius that left Rion.
Back when Apollo had left, it had sent minor ripples through the eastern continent—especially when news leaked that someone from a remote corner had been accepted by Sky Tower, one of the Transcendent Forces of the Three Universes. For a time, there had been some speculation, even envy.
