Thomas's eyes widened as he felt the warm, potent energy settle within him. His chest tightened—not from fear, but from the weight of the trust Apollo had just placed in him. He bowed his head slightly, voice low but firm.
"…I'll make sure this gift isn't wasted."
After he also left, leaving Apollo and his guardian alone in the small restaurant.
Apollo looked in the sky, seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and after a moment of silence, they also disappeared.
At this moment the northern continent was in chaos as the surviving genius returned to their previous clan and directly told them about the Titanbone Clan's conspiracy.
Fury spread like wildfire. One by one, the great clans and sects mobilised, summoning their elites and rallying their forces. Soon, powerful contingents were marching straight toward the Titanbone Clan's territory, their intent unmistakable.
