APOLLO'S POV
The moment Alicia and I crossed through the space—
the world changed.
The battlefield below the capital had been chaotic.
This place was something else entirely.
The sky no longer existed.
Neither did the ground.
An endless field of fractured sheets of land and sky floated in every direction.
Mountains drifted upside down.
Rivers flowed through empty air.
Entire pieces of space shattered and reformed repeatedly.
As if the world itself had forgotten how it was supposed to function.
At the center of that madness—
two figures stood opposing one another.
A roaring BOOOOM hit my ears.
The collision of their blades sent another crack through the surrounding dimension.
The shockwave alone erased an entire floating mountain.
One side held a golden sword radiating imperial authority.
Excalibur.
The Sacred Weapon of the Empire.
Emperor Augustus stood firm despite the wounds covering his body.
