Two questions.
No answers.
Apollo, now in his first-stage Great Serpent Ascendant form, stared at the genderless Devil before him.
The Devil's black eyes glinted beneath a moon that was about to be swallowed by dark clouds.
They locked eyes—unblinking. Their pressures clashed against each other, invisible yet palpable, rippling through the air.
The forces pushed and pulled, seeking to overwhelm the other—but neither side gained the upper hand.
"Very good… very interesting," the Devil said, voice soft and hard at the same time—two opposing tones crashing into one another to create something unnatural.
It wasn't scary. It wasn't intimidating. But it grated against the listener's heart—in the worst way.
"You too," Apollo smirked, his narrowed eyes fixed on the Devil standing atop the boiling black water. "So, a fight, huh? I'm curious about my real strength—my limit. I hope you can help me test it."
Arrogant words.
