"Do you know what kind of weird power he used?" Apollo didn't waste time and asked the important question, as it clearly had some connection with the Hall of Hell.
Arvain hesitated, his gaze flickering to the ground as if searching for words hidden in the rubble. His jaw clenched, the corners of his lips twitching with unease. He didn't have a proud demeanour, as he knew his strength.
"…I don't know the full truth," he finally said, his voice lower than before. "But I've heard rumours about it."
"In the deepest chambers of the Hall of Hell, there are forbidden texts—older than any known era, written in a language that twists even the soul of the reader."
Apollo's eyes narrowed.
Arvain continued, his voice dry. "They say those texts aren't from the three universes but from beyond chaos. And has a shocking secret hidden in it that transcends the supreme rule of the universe."
"But even though it said to contain unimaginable power, it also contained dangers."
