"Tch!" King frowned deeply, frustration twisting his features into a mask of irritation.
He had no choice but to let Apollo free, the decision grating against his instincts.
He retreated swiftly away from Apollo in a calculated withdrawal, releasing his chains with a reluctant, snapping recoil.
The metal links rattled and clinked as they unwound and retracted, slithering back to his sides.
Making quick, adaptive use of his chains, King wrapped them protectively around himself like a fortified metallic cocoon, the links interlocking seamlessly.
He narrowly escaped the sudden, unrelenting bombardment of moonlight arrows that rained down in a dazzling, silvery cascade, each one humming with ethereal energy as they streaked past.
Artemis, who had been fiercely engaging Isobel in a whirlwind of rapid strikes, parries, and evasive maneuvers, had ignored her opponent the very moment Apollo fell into that tight, perilous spot.
