บท 215: Final Step

The battlefield fell silent as the blood sun was erased from existence, leaving nothing behind but fragments of ice lingering in the air. Apollo stood at the centre, his sword lowered, the brilliance of his eternal aura slowly fading as the space around him began to mend.

Kassandra and Eon looked on, their expressions grave but filled with awe.

Eon finally exhaled, his hands trembling slightly, though he quickly composed himself. "Dimension Cut... What kind of monster are you, Apollo? Why have I never heard of him in the previous timeline?"

Outside the battlefield, the crowd erupted into chaos. Elders and high-ranking figures stared at the scene in stunned disbelief. The unrivalled might of the Fourteenth Sword—Dimension Cut—was etched into their minds, leaving them questioning whether Apollo had truly transcended the limits of mortal comprehension.