章 418: Chapter 417: "..."

"He… Hermes!"

In a room that seemed to be made out of clouds; in which every step created a trail of smoke that withered into an almost beautiful hum, Apollo's hair lit up in a blazing flame-- instantly changing the once peaceful interior into that of a cage of fire; the previously white clouds, reflecting Apollo's rage.

"What is it, my dear brother!?"

And this blazing flame grew even wilder as a certain voice echoed through the room; Apollo quickly waved his hand towards this voice, leaving a torrent of flames-- this torrent, however, hit none as the owner of the voice disappeared,

"That's not nice," only to whisper into his ear. Apollo once again waved his hand, but once again, Hermes backed away.