Kogmaw's expression had turned grim. He pivoted toward Daniel, his massive body tense, and his voice carried a weight of accusation.
"Daniel… this isn't what we agreed upon. You told me we were going to destroy a sun. But you never mentioned that the sun in question was Apollo—the one at Level 800."
He had assumed Daniel meant one of the weaker suns that lingered over lesser continents. Such tasks, though difficult, would not have been beyond his confidence. But Apollo, the sun of the Myriad Races Continent, was an entirely different matter.
Even for someone like Kogmaw, who trusted in his own overwhelming power, the thought of facing Apollo directly was daunting. Level 800 was not just a number. It was an abyssal gulf, a level that even he did not dare claim he could surpass.
For the first time, Kogmaw felt as though he had been deceived.
