A rough, ancient pedestal of weathered stone stood at the centre of the cavern. It had a small, inconspicuous stone on it, but from that stone emanated a pure aura of Chaos.
It emitted a non-violent energy that overpowered everything. The ground hummed, the cavern walls shook slightly, and even the air appeared to sag under its weight.
Compared to this essence, all other laws—fire, water, lightning, even space itself—were reduced to fragile shadows.
Apollo's gaze locked on the stone, his pupils narrowing as if staring into the source of creation itself.
"What is this?" He felt a bit shocked and confused. Even the guardian beside him, who lived for ten thousand years, didn't understand what kind of stone this was.
Both of them tried to take a step closer—but the instant they did, the pressure surged, magnifying by thousands, no—tens of thousands of times.
