Apollo listened silently, 'Sacred Relic.' He wondered what it could be but remained calm. He also felt the danger, but he also saw there are also extraordinary opportunities within it, so stopping here did feel right.
He glanced around. The other geniuses shared the same look in their eyes—caution yet filled with fierce determination. They hadn't come to the God Ruins just to retreat when faced with risk.
Every one of them understood that Rion was on the brink of entering an unprecedented era—an age where old orders would collapse and only the strong would shape what came next.
And in such a world, hesitation meant extinction.
Lucifer raised his hand, his golden feather trembling as faint threads of light danced from it toward the sanctuary doors. "Let's go," he said, voice steady but strained. "If we want the Sacred Relic, we must take it—no matter the cost."
With that said, all of them calmly walked within the sanctuary but with caution.
