Chapter 354. Battle on the Flying Mountain
After being dragged by the yo-yo, Apollo twisted midair through the crack in space. He could feel the magic binding him begin to unravel. With a twist of his neck and a flare of divine energy, he broke free—but not by snapping the string. Instead, the yo-yo’s thread phased through him as if it had served its purpose. It withdrew, zipping back toward its master.
The yo-yo returned to Adam’s outstretched hand, vanishing into the shadows of his cloak.
Apollo landed on his feet, surrounded by a vast and eerie landscape.
Above him, the sky was haunted by the light of five hundred moons, each casting a sickly glow across the crumbling terrain. Massive cliff faces formed and decayed in a continuous cycle, like breathing stone. The very ground beneath him cracked and repaired itself in slow pulses.
Far on the horizon, colossal beings wandered without purpose. Each one towered like a mountain, their movements slow and heavy. One resembled a bipedal lizard with molten veins running across its scales. Another looked like a hulking gorilla carrying a rusted axe the size of a ship across its shoulder. They didn’t seem to notice the small combatants in their world—they simply walked, as if dreaming in an eternal slumber.
Apollo glanced at them only briefly. He had no interest in these ancient giants.
Instead, his gaze settled on the two figures standing before him.
Adam, as calm as ever, was dusting his sleeves.
Beside him stood a man in a sleek black blazer, magician’s hat tipped forward to shadow his eyes. In one hand, he held a deck of floating cards glowing with runes. In the other, a staff nearly his own height, topped with a glowing gem.
It was Dusk.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "New outfit?"