Purple mist gathered around the little boy, growing in density by the second. The purple mist abruptly shot forward, slipping past the trees like a shadow.
Willow didn't have time to move to the side. The purple mist was simply too fast. It latched onto Apollo, prompting him to tilt his head to the side.
"Hm? What was that?"
The boy's purple eyes glowed. Then, his body morphed into a small green ball, rapidly approaching Apollo.
In just a second, the boy reappeared. He was clinging onto Apollo like a koala.
Purple mist once again coalesced around the boy. He raised his head into the air and opened his mouth wide.
"Raaah!"
Then... the boy froze.
"Shut up."
Willow held her black sword less than a centimeter away from the boy's face, prompting him to cease his actions and disperse the purple mist.
They were standing on top of a tree branch, as still as a statue.
I dare!