Apollo continued to slam his waist against the ground while Willow was embracing him.
What exactly was he trying to accomplish?
He slammed his waist down one last time. A quiet tearing sound rang out.
Apollo slowly dragged himself backwards with just his feet, carrying Willow with him.
As for Willow, she was none the wiser. She was still lost in her daydreams.
Eventually, Apollo stopped. He turned his head to the side, eyes on a small black pouch.
It was the pouch with the food pellets inside. The majority of the fifty food pellets still hadn't been consumed.
Apollo couldn't use his arms, so he had little choice. He picked up the pouch with his mouth and directly swallowed it whole.
Willow furrowed her brows.
"What are you doing, Apollo?"
Willow saw his actions but did not understand what Apollo was going to accomplish. Perhaps if she did, Apollo would have lost the battle right here.
Instead, Apollo abruptly stood up, throwing Willow off of him.