"The Blade of Light! Born from Apollo's first light, emerging during the dawn of creation! It is not of this world; it is the brilliance of existence itself and the annihilation of everything!"
Apollo's Holy Sword landed in Hestia's hand, causing her gaze to freeze.
The Holy Sword, as commanded by Lady Hestia, seemed alive; its fabric began to ripple and pulse, while the sun hanging arrogantly in the sky shivered in fear before the fiery wrath ignited by the Blade of Light!
"Sinner. I, Apollo of Light, shall grant you eternal death in the name of the god!"
The Blade of Light itself seemed to tremble with reverence, yet Apollo's maddened eyes glowed in deranged hues!
He now stood, flame-like, tightening his cloth, as if hesitating to continue.
For two days, snow had fallen ceaselessly; and from the eyes of the land, winds surged forward as if birthed from ancient sorcery. The fiery demon emerged.
