The debris of the explosion cleared to reveal something that resembled a set of twigs.
Apollo.
His charred body hung in the air listlessly. Thin tendrils of his black skin swayed with the wind and the texture of his flesh could be mistaken for bark on a tree.
His head and limbs drooped down lifelessly, with the exception of one arm. The arm that held the bokken high.
However, despite stubbornly holding on, it was hard to believe he was still alive from his appearance.
In fact, Oddryl himself was essentially certain Apollo had died. He had already cast his gaze towards the other members of his group.
Hex stared at Apollo's body with a bit of remorse. A small pout formed on his face.
"Time short. But me will miss friend..."
Willow's eyes widened with shock. Part of her didn't believe that this was reality.
"No... Apollo!"
Perhaps the only person that still believed he was living... was Layla.
