As the fires continue to burn down the sky Apollo decided to watch more. He sat there, legs dangling off the edge of the branch like a child. The sky above him shimmered so bright with hues of violet flame and golden embers, the air vibrating with residual magic, but even so Apollo choose to enjo it.
Another explosion bloomed shaped like a star. And made him laughed for a second.
"Maybe I should burn more things," he said as he felt amused at the of fires he just saw, smirking to himself he even added. "For a moment there I found the scenery extremely beautiful"
Then he vanished, leaving behind a pile of ashes and scorched ground.
Soon morning came and unlike any other new year, there wasnt any kind of celebration. The noises you can hear are not cause by parties by a war instead.
