Amari's breath hitched as the fight escalated, the raw power between Erling and Tobias making the air feel thick, suffocating. His pulse hammered in his ears as he turned to Apollo, urgency flashing in his eyes. "We have to go," he whispered, grabbing Apollo's arm before bolting in the opposite direction.
Apollo hesitated for just a second, torn between running and watching. The energy between the two warriors was unreal—something out of legend. But deep down, he knew Amari was right. Staying here? That was asking to die. Without another thought, he pivoted and sprinted after Amari, their footsteps vanishing into the depths of the forest.
Meanwhile, Tobias rolled his shoulders, shaking off the stiffness as he faced Erling. The prince's crystalline armor gleamed under the dim light, his expression cold, unreadable. But Tobias just smirked.
"You should be praying to your God," Erling warned, voice dripping with contempt. "Because if He doesn't save you now, I'll do it myself."
